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My release hit like a tornado, ripping through me “Ahh… ahhh ahhhh… oh God… ahhh…” I screamed, hips bucking against his face. He kept sucking, tongue working me through every wave, drawing it out until I was trembling and gasping

Grace sneered, still with a sardonic look and her guard not yet down. "Justin always gives me the best he can." Celine plunged the spoon full of the delicious spaghetti. Chewing voraciously as if she was starving. She did not care if there was a lot of creamy sauce splattered around her mouth from the spaghetti. What she wanted to show was innocence and helplessness if Celine was not hidden immediately.

A wave of gasps is the only reaction Silver's pack bothers to show. The look on Zeno's, the priest's, and old Silver Alpha's faces is sheer horror. I have to restrain myself from bursting out laughing, and it seems that Damon, along with the rest of my men, has the same problem. The priest quickly pulls himself together and speaks again, "You've declared your consent before the Goddess. May Selena strengthen your consent and fill you both with her blessing. What the Goddess has joined, man must not separate." Rather angry, he turns to me and avoids meeting my eyes. A bright red blush appears on the priest's cheeks as he adds: "Alpha Hades, you may now, ehem, kiss the bride."

The man stared at her in shock, “Why would you even ask that, my lady? Please dismiss that thought. I have full confidence in the master. He cannot possibly mistake another woman for his wife.” “I guess, Hades really loves Persephone that much huh? I always knew he is the model husband among the Gods.” Angelique said with confidence. “Yes.. of course, your highness.” The subtle hesitation did not escape her prying. There is something here. She stared at him, compelling him to divulge any information that he is trying to hide. “Hades loved Persephone deeply, did he not?” “Of course, your majesty!” Ascalaphus rushed to answer.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

Hades POV She’s like a goddamn siren, the type that lures sailors to their deaths. She’s a goddess, a princess, and her body is so smooth and creamy that my mouth salivates whenever I look at her, and my hands can’t get enough of touching her. My body is aflame, a fever inside of me that refuses to burn out. I taste her, I touch her, I fuck her and still it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want all of her, and I’m going to have it. Not once has she complained, not once has she protested. Every nerve inside of me is heated, screaming for more. I can't help it, I can't stop myself. She's mine now. I've claimed her, touched every part of her, and taken her innocence. There's no going back fro

He fell back to my body and kissed my lips again then he opened up my legs aggressively and slowly positioned his dick at the entrance of my pussy and slowly pushed himself inside of me. “Fuck, Mateo. Oh my God.” “You are so tight, and so fucking wet.” He flipped me around, spread open my ass cheeks, and sucked my pussy again. “Fuck, Astrid. You are so wet, and your pussy juice tastes so good.” I looked into his eyes and they were dark. He had this devilish and seductive look in his eyes that made me even hornier. “What do you want, Astrid?” “For you to fuck me.” “You want some backshots?”

With one hand on her breast and the other guiding himself, he pressed into her—slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her sleeping body seemed to instinctively tighten around him, a slow, deep stretch that resonated through her core. She gasped—the sound sharp and raw, her eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned as he pushed deeper. The heat enveloped him, a liquid fire that gripped him tight. Every inch deeper was a slow burn, an exquisite friction that made him groan. He bent to kiss her, tongue slipping between her parted lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted like something pure and untouched, like sun-warmed honey. She tasted like som

"Yes... yes..." She imagined him leaning over her, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the chair. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that she could almost feel his weight on her. She could smell the scent of him, crisp and clean, with a hint of old books and rain. She imagined his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're so tight around me."

A damp of kisses were being showered on my shoulder, and with the use of only his teeth, he was able to remove my spaghetti strap which caused my boobs to sprung out. “You whore. Fuck! I missed them,” his hot mouth immediately covered my tits. I was adjusting myself just to give him more access. His fingers were doing amazing in my pussy, his mouth and tongue were casting magic on my tits, and his legs were doing their job to warm up my exposed legs. Every part of him was giving action. “I w-want you, Hendrix…” I couldn’t even recognize my own voice anymore. I sounded crying, more like begging for his cock.