Imogen Lucie Sex Novels & Stories

Lucia retorted, and merely looking at Stanley dick mess that he too wants more sex, and he laid on the bed and he said, see me, all Is for you, show me your sex skills, carry me to the climax, let me feel your vibes and catch up the feelings, Lucia just smiles, and she said, “you're a bad man, but I'm the baddest,” and she brought out a bowl of ice cream, and she laid beside Stanley, and he hand the bowl if I e cream to him, and she said, “I want to feel your mouth on my clitoris,”

This time, it’s even harder, making me tremble in his hold, as my legs shake from the force of it. Lucien follows soon after, as his balls swell inside me, before he shoots ropes of seed inside me. “Sorry, Ace. My girl’s busy right now. Maybe you can check in when we’re done.” Lucien says, and for some reason, even though I should hate it. I fucking love his possessive claim.

“What about…sex? I asked, blushing lightly. The thought of us doing…it nearly took me out but I remained strong or at least tried to. Lucas on the other hand smirked, making me blush harder. “Well, that's up to you. I won't push it.If you want a strictly professional arrangement, I'm fine with that.” “And if I…. want it?” I asked, pushing my luck and the limits of embarrassment. He faced me fully now before he replied “Then I'd happily pleasure you fully with your consent.” I was so sure my face looked like a tomato now. I hated how in control he was while that little comment of his made me squirm in my seat but I made myself regain composure rather quickly. Sex wasn't a priority now anyway.

“What? You expect me to ask Dr. Lovejoy to have sex with me?” “Hell, yes!” “Hell, no!” “He’s precisely what you need, Rowe. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body. Any man who can talk about women and pleasure the way he does…” Her friend trailed off into a wistful sigh. “At least call him.” Rowena shook her head, not sure what to say. There was no way she could ask Dr. Lovejoy for sex. On air no less! Narrowing her eyes, Summer jabbed the phone toward her.

Our moans filling the room, our sweat mixing together. "Fuccck!." I grit out as his warm liquid spills inside of me. He take out his sex and collapsed beside me. "That was terrific Francis." I gasp for breath as my fingers encircle his length. I sit up and straddle him, I slowly sit on his sex as it fills me. I throw back my head and move up and down slowly. He groans and grabs my ass shoving me down roughly. My walls tightening round him and I lean in and kiss him fiercely. We pull apart and I sit up on his length again

Chapter 65 Warning: This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Please do not read if you are underage. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. ... “Ah~!” A helpless moan finally escaped Elena’s lips when Lucien began moving her faster, she could feel something thrusting deeply inside her over and over again. Something huge hard and burning hot. Her body trembled violently, completely losing its strength until all she could do was cling tightly to Lucien. Still seated on his lap, Elena could only gasp softly as Lucien gripped her hips and lifted her against him again and again, making their union grow rougher, hotter, more intoxicating.

A strange warmth spreads through my body, and I force myself to stay still, hoping neither of them notices how flustered I’ve suddenly become. Alexio chuckles before pushing himself away from the wall. He casually gestures between Lucien and me, as if we’re nothing more than two pieces he’s moving around on a chessboard. “And there’s another reason you two would actually make a good match,” he says with a grin. He nods toward Lucien. “Lucien has this hypersexual condition. Because of that, he needs to be fucking regularly to keep himself… balanced.” His tone stays completely casual, like he’s talking about a drink.

Hunter. "Fuck me." Lucia fixed her eyes on mine, the water streaming down her face and her chest heaving hard enough to make her tits bounce. “I want you to fuck me, Hunter” she continued, her voice raw and shaking with pure need. “Fuck me so hard I forget everything except you. I want to feel you tomorrow with every step I take.” I grinned like she’d just handed me the world on a silver platter. “With fucking pleasure.” Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her right off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and her arms tight around my neck, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to sting.

I trace them with my tongue to ensure they aren’t on fire, and Lucien watches me do it, every second of it, lips parting. He takes a small, involuntary step toward me, then retreats again, appalled at his lack of control. This might be new to me, and I may not be a Were, but whatever just happened between us went beyond let me disguise you real quick and straight into something different. Something sexual. And if I know it, there is no way he doesn’t. “Lucien.” We should talk about this. Or never mention it again. The way he’s looking, he’s opting for the latter. “I’m done,” he says to himself, eyes glassy. “It’s done."