Grunkle Stan Hot Novels & Stories

"Get me a glass of water. I don't want to taste you on our girl's mouth." Tove chuckled and rolled off the bed. "Coming right up, Grumpy." Grumpy flipped him off. I laughed again. It slid into a hard groan as Thane thrust himself home inside me. His moan mingled with mine. "So fucking tight, Stretch." He set up a slow, torturous rhythm that had every single nerve ending in my body standing up and taking note of his length. His girth.

Soon I felt my wolf perk up. I heard a cell phone ringing and followed my gaze to Stanley, who was standing next to his closet, stark naked and gorgeous. He walked over to his desk and picked up his cell phone. My wolf enjoying that male's every graceful move. His strong back ended with two dimples in her lower back and a breathtaking ass.. My eyes soon went down his body and I sighed as I felt my body heat up. Stanley looked at me with a sly smile and winked. Making me laugh and mentally curse myself for so much temptation.

She had responded but Rick had said, “I bet he does. Granny says Alden is a stubborn old man. I think Uncle Steve is just like him. They have the same frown and everything.” Little Rick was right. Steven was just as grumpy as his grandfather. “I bet he wanted some cookies but was too stubborn to have some because he's fighting with you.” “Very astute of you to deduce, young detective.” She had said and then smiled as he took five cookies from the tray and asked her to follow him.

There was just a crack, but it was enough to see. Gracy was on her knees on the navy comforter. Her favorite oversized T-shirt was tucked up around her waist. No shorts. No panties. Just her smooth thighs parted slightly, back arched. Uncle Marcus stood at the edge of the bed, trousers shoved down, belt dangling. His hand rested lightly on the back of her head, fingers threaded through her dark hair like he was afraid to grip too hard. She had him in her mouth. “Yeah, baby, suck it.” Uncle Marcus moaned, his eyes closed deeply.

My flesh feels alive underneath his tongue, throbbing as he licks and teases me in all the right spots. Holy fucking shit. He is good, too good, and I moan loudly while he worships me. The best part is that this seems to be getting to him too. Stan is groaning, and when I glance down at his crotch area, there is a dark spot in his pants. Fuck, he must really like eating me out!

Barbara said, “Relax your mind, there won't be anything of such, I just want to be there for her during this period, simple,” Stanley said, “So which means that you're still going to see to her today,” Barbara Inquired, “Com'on, I needed some rest today, but later, I will go to my grandfather briefly then return to my mansion,” Stanley said, and he flung his hands round Barbara's waist, and he kissed her, “will you come with me to my grandfather's house,?“ he asked,

Stan was behind the counter, swirling a glass of whiskey like he’d been expecting me. The bastard smirked. “Well, you had her inside. Why didn’t you fuck her?” My hand slammed the counter before I could stop myself, rattling the bottles on the shelf behind him. Stan didn’t flinch, he just laughed. “Touch a nerve?” I glared at him. “She’s drunk, you asshole. I’m not a monster.” Stan gave a lazy shrug, still grinning like the devil himself. “Didn’t say you were. Just surprised. You’ve never been the patient type, Tsar.”

It's freaking driving me insane, a relentless drumbeat of lust echoing in my ears, and I am hard as hell in my pants right now, a throbbing testament to her undeniable allure. I quickly avert my gaze, forcing my eyes away from the magnetic pull of her presence, just as one of my cousin brothers approaches. His name is Stanley, and he’s a good kid, always enthusiastic. He flashes a wide, genuine smile as he comes close, holding out a glass. "Yo, brother! Taste this! I told you I was good at making lemonade. This is one of my latest recipes, a secret blend!"

Greg grunted. I quickly scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain and bracing myself. If they were going to try to have their way, I wasn’t going to make it easy. I would fight tooth and nail. "Oh, I love it when they fight back." Stan said, stepping into my cell after Greg unlocked it. "It isn’t any fun if they just give in." "You’re a disgusting bastard." I snapped, clenching my fists. "I promise if you touch me, I will be the last thing you ever touch."

My aunt approached and congratulated us both, and then he whispered in my ear, "The woman will feel a crazy sensation in front of a crowded person. I want to see how she puts herself." "What do you mean, Auntie?" I was watching her. My aunt chuckled softly. "Look at her, her face is red and her body moves flirty. She is like a bitch that will seduce a man to touch her." Fuck! My aunt is outrageous, working on her with stimulants. She left, maybe for the toilet. I have to find a way to prevent her from embarrassing me. This is not because I care but this is the best moment for me and my lover. She didn't damage it.