Jack Harlow Smut Novels & Stories

Nothing sensual about it. While returning from my seventh heaven, I opened my eyes to see Harvis watching me with a smile spread across his face. He pulled me up and kissed my lips. He pulled down his trousers, and his boxers left. "No, I don't think I want to do this Harvis!" I pleaded, "You don't have to want to, just shut up through the process," he smirked, grabbed me by my ass closer to himself and smacked my ass hard. Revealing the big and fat demon that he held underneath, I gulped in saliva and he pulled down his boxer.

That they would allow the other to do with them as they pleased. ’’My beautiful mate, all mine.’’ Gore hovered over Harlow, contemplating what to do with her and her perfect body. ’’Lay on your stomach.’’ He instructed. The moment she does so, Gore’s palm came down on her ass. Instead of crying out like he had hoped, Harlow laughed and even raised her ass in the air for more. ’’Do you like that?’’ He asked. ’’Yes, Alpha.’’ Gore growled. He slapped her again. Getting more and more excited that she was smiling.

Yet, sitting right here in front of my plain shirt, he looks like a hopeless, small fry who doesn't know where to plant his paws. "Okay, my wolf understands the boundary," Harvey says, forcing a warm smile onto his face to clear the heavy tension. "You can rest completely assured that zero other ears will ever discover that your beast is San. But... can my claws get to know your spirit as Franklin?" I tilt my head to the side, a bad hunch suddenly hitting my gut as I feel his scent shift. "What do your lips mean by that?" Harvey pulls a massive breath of air into his chest, plucking up every drop of his warrior courage to drop a direct confession. "Master Sterling, my inner beast likes you,

“President Hill, you and President Jones already divorced a long time ago. Can’t you just go along your own way? If words of what you said here got out, it’d affect President Jones’ marriage.” “Isn’t that great?” Shaun raised his eyebrows. He had already become adept at being a shameless homewrecker. The corners of Harvey’s mouth twitched. “No. As a person, this is not right…” “Then, I can not be a person.” Harvey stammered. “...But, if you’re not a person, what will you be?” “A simp.” Shaun’s expression showed no care at all. Harvey looked at Shaun’s arrogant, handsome face. He was stunned. He did not know what Shaun had experienced to have made him like this.

Seeing her cum and mine mixed together made my dick hard again. “Shit,” Harlow said, looking down at her leg.

“Please tell me that you are cosplaying.” “You already heard enough.” Harvey shrugs. “Do you still want me to pretend to make you feel comfortable?” “Yes, please.” I don’t think that I am ready for this shit. Harvey gives me an exasperated look. When I stare hard at him, he sighs and closes his eyes. The soot on his hand is gone in the next instant and his nails are back to normal. However, the black ash remains on the snow. I have a feeling that it belongs to Marie, my brother’s ex-girlfriend.

It takes a moment to surface, and I kick my legs as hard as I can and sweep my arms up and down in a frog-like motion. "That was super! Not so bad, was it now?" Harlow asks, her blonde hair plastered back on her skull and her face shining with cheerful radiance. Her features are truly beautiful, with the sunlight glinting off the water droplets and smooth planes of her face. I can easily imagine the number of males wanting to be her mate. "Sure, it was fun," I agree. It honestly wasn't so bad, and as I look back up to the top, it surprises me how close it really is. It looks much higher from up there.

he says, and I see a blur of red on his lips. My legs give out beneath me. "Where's the smudge stick?" Harvey asks as he walks me to the opposite couch. There's a string of rummaging noises and then the spark of a lighter as I try to sit down. The room starts to spin and warp, but I realize the warping is smoke. Harvey is handed a smoking bundle of herbs, and he positions it under my chin. The smoke washes over the sides of my face, so I close my eyes and let my body melt.

I moaned, low and needy, my hips rocking back instinctively. "Damn, that's hot," Harlan breathed, stepping closer to watch, his eyes dark with lust. He straightened, his eyes gleaming as he spotted the honey jar I'd pulled out earlier for the smoothie. He unscrewed it, dipping two fingers in, before smearing the golden liquid across my breasts, watching it drip in slow rivulets. "Open up," he commanded, pressing his honey-coated fingers to my lips.

Harvey moans in his ears, and it only makes him hornier because of how hot he sounds. Harvey finishes unbuttoning his shirt and gets rid of it before he starts kissing his chest. This time, he gets off him and sits on his knees in front of him. Hunter gulps at the sight under him. Harvey looks like a model with all his tattoos and his defined muscles. But the hair covering his eyes is what he likes the most. Hunter covers his mouth with his hand when Harvey suddenly grabs his member. He pushes his head back and closes his eyes to enjoy this work of art. Harvey is as good with his hands as his mouth. He makes him see the stars under a blue sky.