Novel & Cerita Jamie Demons-king Nude

I asked curious, my voice low, a little over a whisper. ‎“Welcome to the Demon games player 101, Melissa Miller." ‎The voice echoed from the unprecedented ball of light, and a cold chill crept up my spine. ‎“Where the fuck am I?" ‎########################## ‎

His skin was tan, his hair dark brown like chocolate, and damn, that body was perfectly built as he looked devilishly hot in a three-piece black Armani suit taking my breath away. "W...Who are you?" I asked my mate, already knowing the answer, because I felt the bond too. My mind and my heart were screaming the mate word too. " Now, why ask the question when you already know the answer to that, Princess Charlotte Petriokias?" the man asked " And, to answer your question my name is Zacharias Stone and I am the King of the demons and your fathers' age." he answers my question while taking steady steps towards me with a panty-melting smile on his face already doing a good job of making my panti

“You blue-balled him so bad he probably still jerks off to the memory.” Victoria leaned forward, intrigued. “Wait… who are we talking about now?” “Argh, you’re always so lost, Victoria,” Tess huffed. “Oh please,” Victoria rolled her eyes. “You all are always jumping from one man to another.” snatched my phone out. “Y’all need to see this nigga.” I flashed Damien’s pic—shirtless, sweat dripping down his abs, dick print screaming through them joggers. Victoria moaned. “Oh my pussy… he’s illegal.”

She was grateful to Jamie for not leaving any hickey on her face and only leaving few on her body but it was alright to her, she didn't know whether he did it intensional or not. She came out looking as fresh and as pretty as new, her platinum full hair descending to her shoulder to her back her milky robe neat and silky, and her diamond hills already on her foot, she was looking like the angel she was. Jamie has already worn a black plain pant with nothing on top, leaving Sophie captivated again but she suppressed it, the male is too godly, his milky chiseled muscular body flexing with his every movement, the beauty of his chiseled face Undiscribable, he is a god.

Kai’s own untouched dick bounced between them, smearing pre-come across both their abs. “Beg for my load while they watch,” the demon demanded, voice rough. “Please fill me, breed my ass with my own come make it overflow so they can see it dripping out of me, I need it, I’m addicted, ruin me for anyone else….” The demon’s thrusts turned feral. He fucked Kai like a ragdoll, claws digging into his ass cheeks, spreading them wide for the cameras. Kai came first, screaming, body convulsing, shooting thick ropes of come that splattered across the demon’s chest and his own chin.

“What did he do? Beat him standing up?” Dominic chuckles lightly at the thought but he’s easily shut down when several of us growl. I’m pleasantly surprised to hear both Lilly and Patrick growling with me at his remark. I stand from my seat and shuffle through the pictures until I find the one of his chest, the one with the clearest picture of the cuts and bruises left from the belt. “Once he was naked Jamie saw cuts and bruises just like this,” I place the picture in front of Dominic, “all over his back, butt, and the backs of both his thighs. When Jon got him to turn around, his chest, abdomen, front of both thighs and his dick were the same way.”

Jimin rolled his eyes and watched as Jamie ranted on. “…And I’ve seen you look at my Luna in a way I don’t like. If you feel any urges, you can quell it on Carmela,” Jamie continued, pointing towards an Omega cleaning a nearby window. “Or maybe June,” he laughed pointing towards another one sweeping a section of the throne room. “Although she’s a little fat and your tiny cock might get lost down there.” Everyone burst out laughing again and Xavier looked down embarrassed. “I’m serious boy,” Jamie said walking closer to him “If you ever touch her, you’ll lose your little cock.”

“No, no cats.” “Narrows it down to only about a million options.” Demetrius scratched at his chin, feigning contemplation. “Most things don’t make you blush so it might be a more private matter. Hmmm… private, you, me—shirtless, I’d wager. I’ve been working out so I hope dream-you gave me a firm core. Jamison Carter, are you having raunchy fantasies about me when you sleep?” Jamie sputtered, scrambling to distance herself from his assumption. “W—What? Don’t be ridiculous.”

There, he saw the king no longer seated on his throne, and what was he doing? It was something he’d never in his wildest dreams imagined. With his arms lashed behind him by a luminous cord of golden colour, his friend Benard was in a kneeling position. The demon leader had his hands placed on Benard's head, gripping his hair. But that wasn’t his problem. The king was shirtless. That, too, wasn’t the issue. What then...? The problem was that his dear friend was being throat-fucked, and the pace of the demon king’s hips swaying back and forth was no joke.

And when Mathias comes home, I will tell him what those sick fucks tried to do to his twin. I returned, and Jasmine had stripped down completely naked. I asked her to take off her clothes, not her underwear. I froze in my tracks. She was a beauty. Curvy, silky smooth, unmared skin, delicate features. Her breasts were firm and rounded. I tried to avert my gaze, but I couldn't. I had seen so many naked women, but Jasmine was a goddess. I averted my gaze to control myself and led her to the bathroom. "Get in the tub and sit," I said, and she did as I had told her.