Fourth Wing Smut Novels & Stories

He did with a smile, he held the chicken wings running on it slowly and I wished his hand was inside me, the way his thumb moved and down at intervals, I wished it was my clitoris he was playing with in that manner. “Tell my mother I allowed you to watch my series and this would be the first and last I would let you in my movie playlist”. I muttered. “Young lady I just wanna put my queen on”. “My mom can be very dramatic”. “Hjm”. He tilted his head to meet my eyes, he tore the wings seductively like he was really stirring up emotions in my subconscious mind and intentionally playing dirty. I looked away.

He lay down on the bed, curiosity twinkling in his eyes as I traced a finger along his chest on to of him I was nervous I'd never done this, I could only hope all my years of reading smut didn't go to waste. I took off my shirt as I watched him, his hands reached for me when I unclasped my bra and I slapped it away, telling him to wait I stood up do take of my skirt, keeping my eyes on him, his eyes darkened when I slipped of my panties, dangling it from my finger before dropping He was getting impatient, I could see it from the way his hands tightened beside him and his eyes darkened as though he wanted to swallow me whole

"I'm gonna cum! Keep doing it! Keep fucking my nasty slut cunt with your big fat raw cock! God, I love being a fucking slut! Your fucking slut! Fuck, I love you!" Bryce had expected his fourth orgasm to be long in coming--if it came at all--so he was pleasantly surprised when he felt that familiar tingle starting to build in his groin. The minor miracle was no doubt due to the added sensitivity--and intimacy--of fucking without a rubber, this new knob-rubbing, down-fucking position, and the filth spewing from his self-proclaimed slut girlfriend's mouth.

ATTICUS I’m nearing my release first; I reach down rubbing her clit until I feel her tighten around me and I slam into her, shooting my load inside of her. A low groan of pure satisfaction leaves me as I continue to fuck her, as she comes moments later. Her head arches backwards as she cries out, her lips parted and her eyes glittering with tears as her orgasm shatters through her. I pull out, leaning over her, the huge wings I have been wearing this entire time creating a curtain around us. She reaches up with her bound wrists and locks them around my neck pulling me down on top of her; I roll onto my side and pull her beside me.

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

I’m twenty-two—not some old wolf past his prime. Can’t I have one damn moment without his rules hanging over? Mates this, legacy that—it’s all he cares about. As if finding some fated stranger would solve everything. Or does he think we’re all failures until the goddess stamps her approval on our lives? I opened my eyes, pulling back just a fraction. My little slut were still closed, her lips parted, breath coming in short, looking so needy. Her hand kept moving, stroking me through my pants, but the spark wasn’t igniting like it should.

His chest was filled with a growl and he wanted to roar. Amelia was stunned at his display of huge wings. They were so beautiful that she had an urge to touch them. Her Xikoth. His wings. His body. His nakedness. Everything was hers. She touched the periphery of the wings and his body shuddered. His shaft now was so swollen that he couldn’t stop from spilling his cum. But he stopped. “Those are sensitive, love,” he said and took another breast drawing a little blood from there. She was exquisite. She was his Ilaria. His wings susurrated when she traced the border again. “By Tesra! I am going to make you pay for that mischief Ilaria!” He groaned and then immediately went between her thighs to

By the time he reaches 9, she’s sobbing, dripping and begging for more shamelessly. And he fucks her harder, tangling his hand in her hair, and driving his cock so deep until she squirts across the table. “Such sluts,” he groans, pulling out, as her cum drips down her thighs. He didn't cum this time I notice, just as he just he signals me over with his right index finger. “Get on all fours, between them.” I oblige, crawling onto the table while my body trembles with need, and he pushes into me from behind.

The rosary slipped from my fingers and clattered to the stone. “Yes.” She moved like flame and sin. Her mouth crashed onto mine—deep, devouring, tongue sliding hot and sure against my own. She tasted of smoke and honey and sin. I moaned into her, hands rising of their own accord to clutch at her shoulders, feeling the flex of powerful muscle beneath warm skin, the leathery join of her wings.

Damien helped her with the pins in her hair, the zipper in her gown, and her bra. April lost her shoes when Damien picked her up, but he left her in her stockings and nothing else. Her breasts felt heavy, and she felt her body so much. Her thighs didn’t want to stay closed. They felt so warm. She sat back on the bed to follow her urges. It felt good. April touched her inner thighs, then looked at Damien. She smiled a devilish grin because that look that flared in Damien’s eyes empowered and encouraged her.