Grunkle Stan Hot Novels & Stories

Sophia shook her head with a raised smile and said obediently, "No, I'm fine, they didn't hurt me." Ava was stunned when she saw this scene. It was clearly Ava who was in distress, but she stared at Axel beside her waiting for him to stand up for her but Axel fell silent. She became angry and said, 'Axel, didn't you see that she poured wine on me? Are you really going to apologize to her?'" Axel remained silent for a long time before asking, 'Didn't my cousin tell Grandpa before that you -didn't have a girlfriend? And now... You've found a little sister-in-law?'"

She scolds me, face red with anger. "Hmm-hmm." I nod vehemently. Either that or I will scream a moan. I hear the soft chuckling of the stranger. Frankly, I want to shove him in his cock, but hell no, I still need that doing whatever the fuck it's doing right now. I grab the pole to steady myself and stand upright, but slightly bent for a good position. "Silly." The granny murmurs. Her loss. My thighs part, begging him to swell and fill me up as much as I can take.

Stan gulped down every bit of me. He stood up and pulled me to the edge of the bed. It was the perfect spot for deep penetration. Before I could even catch my breath, Stan rammed into me. The first thrust sent me into another explosive orgasm. The sound was incredible. Our skin slapped together. His thick balls hit my ass with every move. It made me even wetter. Our moans and groans were like music to me. "Gbam, gbam, gbam," he went. He fucked me harder and faster. My pussy clamped down on his thick, throbbing dick. Stan grabbed the back of my neck with both hands. He forced me into a position where I had to watch.

But Grant helped me by keeping my head in place as he played with my tits. My clit swelled with need. I dropped the hand that was around his cock down between my legs and started playing with my cunt. “Yeah,” he growled. “Play with that pussy. You better be sopping wet when I dig into you. I only like hot, tight, wet, pink, slut pussy.” Two fingers dug into my cunt, muffled moans pushing their way past my filled mouth. The whore inside me had been revealed, and now she was begging to be released.

Curling my lip I told her, “ They are my mates, and thinking about mating is natural. I enjoyed Nathan but outdoors it felt rushed.” A knock on the door brought me back to reality and I asked who it was. Stanley’s face peeked in and I quickly wrapped the towel around myself. “Yummy! Looking tasty, Gurl. Anyway, Nolan and I have returned with bags,” he said with a grin as he stepped halfway inside. Laughing I nodded as I shooed him off. “Awe I can't watch,” he pouted then added, “Kiss me and I will float away.” Gesturing for him to bend down I gave him a light friendly kiss.

“You know she’s got a secret that you do not know of and in fact, no one knows about?” Stan’s eyes were wide open in curiosity. “Really? Tell me about it.” Betty laughed as she shook her head. “Uh c’mon, Betty. You want me to beg you now?” he teased and touched her in sensitive parts of her body that tickled her. She chuckled in excitement as she tried to resist his touch and tickles. “Stop it, Stan! Or I’ll change my mind.” Stan stopped and raised his hands in the air. “Okay, okay… I surrender. Now tell me please.” He pleaded.

He started smoking. Stanley wasn’t wearing any clothes. There was only a thin layer of white blanket covering his lower body. There were pink scratch marks all over his muscular chest, abdomen, and biceps… At one glance, he seemed both cold and desirable. Not only was the combination of two different vibes in one person not unpleasant, but it even made him unusually sexy. While Xyla cleaned herself up in the bathroom, she cursed at Stanley in her heart. Once Stanley was done smoking, he casually wrapped a towel around him and entered the bathroom.

What the hell? He rose from his hunched state, giving me the full view of his pierced cock again, and then he grabbed his shaft, stroking it while looking straight into my eyes. My throat bubbled at the sight; if it were any other regular girl in my position, she would have been dripping by now. His left free hand snaked around my neck before his thumb stroked his shaft at a rapid pace. He groans slightly, his breath hitching as he continues to stroke himself, the sounds of the metal rings erupting in the silent room. He moved closer between my legs. Because I wasn't expecting it, I jerked, which made the stuff truly widen my legs, my hands jigging up in the air as well. "Fuck!"

She scolds me, face red with anger. “Hmm-hmm.” I nod vehemently. Either that or I will scream a moan. I hear the soft chuckling of the stranger. Frankly, I want to shove him in his cock, but hell no, I still need that doing whatever the fuck it's doing right now. I grab the pole to steady myself and stand upright, but slightly bent for a good position. “Silly.” The granny murmurs. Her loss. My thighs part, begging him to swell and fill me up as much as I can take.

Sally gasped, her pussy clenching as he yanked her pants and soaked panties down to her knees in one violent motion, exposing her dripping, needy cunt. "You don't want my cock? Then why the fuck haven’t you gotten someone else to fuck you all day, you negligent, little slut?" he growled, fisting his massive, ravenous cock while lightly touching her wet folds. "So soaked, angel," Stan moaned, licking his lips before sucking on his fingers greedily, lapping up her wetness. "You think only your brothers can fuck?" Stan barked, his jealousy making an appearance too.