Fourth Wing Smut Mga Nobela at Kwento

She pounds me relentlessly, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “You’re our shared family slut now,” Sarah moans, choking me lightly with one hand while fucking me. “Say it.” “I… I’m your slut…” I whimper between moans, my refusals completely gone now, lost in overwhelming pleasure. Jake groans and buries his cock deep in my throat. Sarah fucks me faster. Right as I feel another orgasm building — my fourth — and Jake starts swelling between my tits, the front door downstairs opens. Heavy footsteps echo in the hallway.

Flaunting her butt around Lucas, I watched as wendy wonker settled her non existent little butt on Lucas lap...slowly dancing her hips on his... He smirked devilishly at the petite little slut, acting as though her actions caused some sort of excitement. This was the fourth dare, and I had seen enough to understand that this game was Meant to ruin my innocence...not that I precisely had any left. But the kind of challenges they'd given were more or less immoral...

His chest was painted in cum and spit, slick from sweat, and glistening with the witch’s juices. He lay limp beneath her, thighs trembling, lips parted in disbelief. Two orgasms, back-to-back, harder than anything he’d felt in his life—and yet, his cock refused to soften. It pulsed inside her like it belonged there, thick and swollen, still being milked by every flex of her cunt.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

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I cried out, the sound turning into a moan as he kneaded the stinging flesh roughly. “Say it properly.” “I’m a filthy slut,” I whimpered, pushing my ass back toward him like a bitch in heat. My nipples scraped against the hood through my tank top, rock hard and aching. Tears of overwhelmed lust pricked my eyes. The spanking continued—five, six, seven hard smacks alternating between cheeks until my ass burned crimson and my thighs were slick with arousal running down them. Each slap sent jolts straight to my clit. I was grinding against the hood now, humping it shamelessly.

I beg with everything I have. “Please.” He thrusts in hard. The new angle hits untouched spots. My pussy swallows him whole. He fucks me with raw power. His hands grip my hips. He leaves red marks on my skin. I feel the orgasm cresting. It rises like a beautiful wave. The romance threads through the raw smut. He leans over me. His chest presses against my back. His hot breath fans my neck. He reaches around. His fingers find my clit again. He rubs slow now. He prolongs the torture. My tits scrape the desk. My nipples turn raw from the friction.

She whispers with a slutry and seductive smile plastered on her face, her legs spread and her pussy left wide in the open the pink buds looks even more swollen, her cunt dripping from her wetness and Griffin’s cum. Watch out for part 2…..

Brit's POV “Get the lube,” I said. “And condoms. Let’s make it fast and filthy.” They laid me on my back on the blankets. Thirteen lubed his fingers, worked two into my ass while Fourteen sucked my clit, keeping me wet and open. The stretch was intense—burning, full, overwhelming—but I breathed through it, relaxed into it. When they were both ready, Thirteen lay back, pulled me on top, cock sliding into my pussy first. I sank down slowly, feeling every inch, the soreness flaring bright then melting into pleasure. Then Fourteen knelt behind me, pressed the head of his cock against my ass.

I look like I’ve been carved from sin and starlight, and I’m so horny I could cry. I flop onto the bed, spread my legs, and start touching myself. Just a little relief. Just, fuck, I need something. The second my fingers slide through my folds, the air shimmers. Four of them step out of nowhere. Four gorgeous, terrifying, perfect demons. One is all silver skin and white horns, smirking like he owns the place. One is bronze with black wings and a forked tail that keeps flicking. One is emerald green, eyes glowing, twin tongues flicking out to taste the air.