Jezebel Scarlet Porn Novels & Stories

" Athos snapped . "Go on, Rylee . " “That night, Scarlet went to the Riviera alone, taking the LSD. She approached the girl you were seeing and convinced her to take her to the bedroom with you, where she slipped the drug into your drink and Juliane's. I hesitated, and Athos squeezed my hand, nodding for me to continue, his eyes, heavy with anticipation, fixed on my face. — She even had sex with you, but even drugged you demanded the use of a condom, which she took home, with your semen, in order to perform an artificial insemination. However, on the way, she found Michel and ended up having sex with him without protection, which would make it impossible for her to get pregnant without havin

"I want you. I need to fuck you, bury my cock inside." Scarlet advanced, moving both of her palms down my chest as she licked around my mouth, her hot tongue driving me into a state of near insanity. Electricity shot through both of us as she unbuckled and unzipped, sliding one hand past my underwear, stroking my throbbing cock. "Jesus." My skin was on fire, every muscle straining. She wasted no time removing my jeans, lowering onto the blankets, her eyes never leaving me.

Scarlet mutters to herself as she turns to look at Perez. “I don't know what Frederic sees in you, but I need you to do something for me, and you'd be paid for it,” Scarlet uttered as she relaxed on the bed, not parting her legs. She looked back at Perez, who turned his back on her, thinking she was trying to seduce him.

**Scarlett's POV** This was no different from live porn. For the love of the moon goddess, can't they just stop already? “Ah… yeah… fuck me harder, honey!” Cassandra moaned, mumbling different things that I knew nothing about. “Tear me apart,” She screamed, throwing her head back while he was pounding into her at an incredibly fast rate. My eyes were starting to become heavy and worse, my body started reacting just by watching them. I was slowly getting turned on; that wasn't good.

“Suck my pussy right now.” Belle moaned as Zack dropped to his knees in the dark corner of the Midnight Sins club. She came here for revenge to destroy the dangerous man who ruined her sister. But one taste of his wicked tongue changed everything. He licked her wet pussy like a starving beast, sucking hard and fucking her deep with his mouth while loud music shook her body. Zack doesn’t do gentle. He slammed her against the mirror, spread her legs wide open, and devoured her dripping pussy where anyone could watch. “Beg louder, little lamb,” he growled. “Tell me why you’re really here while I ruin you.” One night turned into thirty shades of filthy forbidden pleasure. Public fuckings.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

If anything, the naughty woman is more turned on by the thought of her panties in my pocket. I run my hand up her thigh and finally pull the toy out, earning a moan from Kira. She look so beautiful, eager for me to fuck her. I spread her legs and crouch between them, devouring her with my tongue. Kira’s pussy is already sensitive from being on edge for so long, it merely takes a few licks for her to explode on my tongue.

His body heat hit first—sharp, burning, and unbearable. “Is this your plan now, Brownie?” he said quietly, his face inches from mine. “Fuck your way into clarity?” My lips parted, but I had nothing to say. Nothing that could save me from this. “You think fucking another man is going to erase me from your system?” His hand came up, grabbing my jaw—not rough, but tight enough to shut me up. “You’re dreaming, Scarlette. You’ll take him. You’ll ride him. But you’ll moan my name. You’ll cry for me. Because your pussy knows who owns it.”

Later That Night – Downtown Marcella DeRossi—every inch the rich heiress from nowhere and everywhere walked through her apartment in a silk negligee that clung to her curves like a second skin. The red hue of it matched the wine in her glass. The air was perfumed with jasmine and sex. She was a slow flame dancing through velvet smoke. The door creaked open, Giovanni. He looked exactly how she remembered arrogant, entitled, handsome in that untrustworthy kind of way. He loosened his tie and licked his lips when he saw her. “You called,” he said, his voice smooth but slurred just enough.

“Strip,” Zeke commanded, his voice a low, guttural growl that echoed off the walls of the dungeon, sending shivers of anticipation and fear through the three of them. They scrambled to obey, their movements frantic and desperate, clothes tearing away in so quick and dropped on the filthy floor. Delilah's skimpy lingerie, already soaked through from the relentless vibrator buzzing against her swollen clit all day, clung wetly to her skin before Zeke's massive hands seized her. His fingers dug into the straps of the device, ripping it free like a mad man. A rip that tore at her tender flesh. She cried out, a sharp yelp of pain and relief mingling as the tormentor was finally exorcised from her