Novel & Cerita Fourth Wing Smut

I scream out. “Not yet.” His husky voice. He pulls out and flips me over like I weigh nothing. I’m on my hands and knees now, with my ass up in the air—my back arched. He presses his cock between my wet folds and slides inside of me. He slaps my ass hard, “Ouch!” I smile when I see his devilishly handsome smirk. He rubs his finger against my clit while fucking me, making me hold my breath trying to keep it together. When I finally think to breathe again, I moan loudly, wildly, growling; The sparks crashing everywhere on my skin and how amazing he's making me feel. Wyatt takes both of my arms behind me, clamping them together while pounding into me.

Let alone been so unprofessional. "Slut? That's the best you’ve got?" Angelique mocks and laughs. That laugh she does when she's about to say something hurtful, "The fact that your new boyfriend wants me more than he wants you doesn’t make me a slut. It just makes you a tomboy beta with no sex appeal, and it makes me a goddess that no one can resist. But... having dirty sex with him while he's with you maybe does make me a slut. I guess you were right, then."

I whisper without hesitation. “I always knew there was a darker side to you, Sage, but not wearing panties?” he breathes onto my lips. “Who knew you were such a slut.” All feminism has apparently left my body, because the way he grunts that crude name makes my thighs shudder with anticipation. It feels like more of a sexual awakening. My legs open wider for him to get a better view of just how wet I am. “I didn’t want lines in my dress,” I offer.

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

“This mouth was made to suck a nice big cock. We’ve got tonight, and by the time I am done with you, not a single part of you will be innocent anymore. He said. He suddenly moves me backwards, collapsing to the bed, I look up as he spreads my thigh wide. He held my legs tightly, stepping between them. “Very nice.” I know you will have a nice juicy pussy. I can see how wet you are.” Matthew advised that I wax down below, but there is no way that was happening. I’ve tried to wax my legs before and that turned into a nightmare. Why would anyone put themselves through that kind of pain? I always trimmed my pubic and that is what I did. I wasn't like I wanted this anyway.

his voice was rough, and slightly muffled like he had something in his mouth. “Sorry for calling so late, this is June.” I suddenly felt silly calling him so late, but this matter was rather pressing. “Oh, hey June, how is everything going?” Now his voice was clear. “Well if I am being honest, I am in a bit of a pickle. One of my special angels has a real demon after her, and I am afraid there may be a rat in my house.” I paused to take a breath. “The truth is the guy she is running from is very well connected, and probably one of the worst monsters I have seen. He hurt her bad Hawk. I hate to ask but until I can clean house and figure out how he located her, is there any way you would be wi

“Missed this wet little hole? It’s been throbbing all day thinking about you.” Grace sank onto the bed, spreading her legs wide for the camera. The room was softly lit, just enough to hide her face in shadow while showing every curve of her body. She’d named the account ASlimySlut because that’s exactly how she felt when she touched herself—filthy, dripping, desperate. Subscribers were already piling in. Her first few posts had gone semi-viral in the right circles: thick stepmom types who moaned like they needed cock more than air.

“You deserve to suffer a little.” God help me, I did. For all the times I’d held back. For every second I’d pretended I didn’t want her this badly. I pulled her shirt up and off in one smooth motion, tossing it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Just bare skin and goosebumps and curves that made me feel like some idiot teenager about to explode just from looking. I cupped her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she arched into my hands with a sound that hit me dead in the gut.

“I’m being honest. I don’t flirt. Since the moment I knew you were my girl, I’ve enjoyed everything about you. I’m used to perfection, but with you… I don’t mind breaking the rules a little. Weird, huh?” “That’s a pretty solid excuse to say it wasn’t flirting. But thanks—for not complaining about how I look right now.” I wiped the smudged mascara from under my eyes, watching his reflection as he smiled and turned back to the road. “What kind of mascara did Tyra use? My lashes feel like they’ve been glued in place.” Hayden just chuckled softly and let me ramble until we got to the dorms. I darted straight to the bathroom to clean up. After my shower, I threw on a t-shirt with Phoenix’s favori

“Did it keep you awake again, Rose? Did you touch yourself, imagining my hand finally taking what it teased? Tell me exactly—how many times, what you imagined, how it felt.” Shame and need twisted together until I could barely breathe. “Yes, Jason,” I whispered. “Four times. I tried not to. I swore I wouldn’t give you that again. But I did. The first slow—imagining your hand unbuttoning my shirt completely, sliding inside my bra, cupping my breast fully, thumb rolling my nipple until I arched and begged. The second—your mouth replacing your hand, tongue circling, teeth grazing. The third—your fingers slipping lower, inside me, curling just right. The fourth—” My voice broke. “The fourth was