Hacer El Amor Salvaje Novels & Stories

The sweat drops slid down his abs as he grabbed her legs and hugged them to his chest, her ankles were right beside his face as he kissed her ankle and then licked it while pounding at a wild pace. Her screams of pleasure echoed in the room mixed with his beastly grunts and savage groans. The moon blushed as a pink hue of clouds scattered across the sky and the wind hushed away in giggles of joy. Luca made love to her all night long. Hard. Rough. And absolutely savage. That night she became his sweet little sinless addiction.

I need to get out I'm finding it hard to breath but Seth won't know he's in the truck and we haven't mated so he can't tell what I'm feeling, but soon enough the truck pull up and come to a stop probably with all the loving from the trailer I was still his mate he's have the need to make sure I wasn't hurt, which I am after blue going metal trying to break free we cut my leg on the trailer I can feel the pain I just don't care at this moment in time, mate or not he has me feeling trapped now I need out I need to be free. As soon as Seth opens the door I had already snapped the lead rope so I bolted no king Seth down in the process, too scared to care I bolted to the woods I could see up a he

Suddenly, he took my hands off his cock and looked into my eyes, suddenly all serious, “Stephanie, this might come out as a little awkward and strange to you because I have just known you for like what…five hours but I feel something for you. I want more than this night from you and if it’s only this night I would have with you, then I want to do every dirty thing playing in my mind right now with you…” He admitted with a serious voice, spilling out my thoughts. I don’t know a thing about this man but I…I think I am in love with him, his hands, his handsome face, his smile, his bossiness, everything. I want to know him—what he likes and dislikes, his first pet. Not that I believed in it but

I tapped his back gently, but it seemed like that lighted the fire more between us. "I was not born to be easy, Baby. I made love in such a frenzied and hurried manner," he said, using his hoarse voice as he found his target. I uttered a long moan and maybe even screamed his name a lot of times while underneath him. His stamina and his moves made me almost lose my mind. His groans filled my ears and even his touches and his grip on my body added to the sensation. "Fuck, Savvy! You're driving me crazy.

She held up a finger and then curled it, motioning me to get closer. I was rooted to the spot. Frozen. My heart was palpitating and my mouth was completely dry. I didn't know what to do but my lower half knew because it was already straining beneath my jeans. She then said the words, "Aito, make love to me" How could I resist? I joined her in bed immediately and we had sex for the very first time. It was wild, passionate and unforgettable. It was sacred. Little did I know that our first time, our beautiful moments that were meant just for us, was recorded by someone.

“The only regret I have is that I almost died without knowing how to be fucked by my mate without any restraint, with energy and force that would make me scream like tomorrow would never come!” I closed my eyes, my hold on her neck tightening, and I felt my already hard cock getting harder with her words. “Fuck me like the wild, feral beast that you are! The one that I met in the red mountains!” I pushed her head into mine. Our foreheads touched, and so did our noses and lips. “If I go all out, it’ll be hard for me to stop. I might ruin that young, tight pussy of yours.” I grunted, trying to stop the rage of lust overflowing in my senses.

"Is that what your little mind keeps telling you? I don't hate the idea of making love to you, but I can't do it without your permission. And that doesn't mean I'm willing to let you go." "Then what do you mean?" He tightened his grip on her waist, causing her thighs to grind against his growing arousal. He groaned loudly, his breath ragged as he palmed her ass cheeks. Her short dress was not helping matters. "I don't love wild women in my bed," he said. Samira knew he was lying. He wanted her to act wild so he could keep her forever. An idea popped into her mind, and she didn’t hesitate to put it into action.

Ryan snarled. "I don't know whether this is right or wrong, but I can't see her like this," Wild grunted, shutting Ryan's mouth. Ryan looked at Anika and then gave up seeing her tears of pain. Wild kissed Anika's forehead and then gently rubbed her mound with his fingers then pinched her clit, making her close her eyes and moan in pleasure. His touch was enough to drive her crazy. The spark ran through all over their body because of the mate bond. Soon Wild started pumping his finger inside and outside of her ho*e. He pumped faster and faster until she got tired moaning his name.

Amo cuando vienes vivo en mis manos, solo mis manos, (I love when you come alive in my hands, only my hands,)" he purrs sweetly. Even though I don't completely understand what he's saying I know they are the words I need and are empowering. I feel his cock becoming very hard under me and I continue to rub grind my wet spot against him, "Eres tan hermosa de esta manera, desnuda libre y salvaje (You're so beautiful this way, naked free and wild,)" he growls out. He knows how to say the right words. "Rogue," I cry out, as I feel wetness on my nipple and then follow by a soft tender breeze and my nipples become harder than they were before and goosebumps break out all over my body at this feelin

Just like this. Aya’s whimpers as I dig and press, the sparks of her essence and Mytha points blind me, they’re so bright. I don’t consider it’s our first real time. Just marvel at what real love making is, balls deep on our gate post. Under the open sky. In the wild air, I’m kissing her, riding her. Pulling and pressing myself into the most forbidden, sacred parts of her. Ruining her for any other man as I wind our essence so tight the very earth might quake as she shatters on me again, and I surge deeper. Longer. More completely than I ever have with the tremor of my Cub’s release, squeezing every last drop of seed I have left.