Kari Byron Sexy Novels & Stories

I could fucking get in on that plan. “Aren’t you just a snarky bitch,” Tori yelled. “I am many things, and a snarky bitch is one of them. However, I can guarantee that my two mates won’t take kindly to you degrading their rightful Luna. Have you ever seen Alpha Byron kill? I have. It’s such an exotic sight. He’s downright deadly, and very sexy as he does it.” Byron’s chest puffed out with that praise. He was also preening that she was claiming herself as our rightful Luna. I was with him on that too.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shutting out Morgan's prying eyes. Inside the confined space, only the sound of Tucker's and my heavy breathing remained. The sharp cedar scent radiating from him nearly overwhelmed me. As the elevator ascended, all sense of control within me dissolved. Driven by instinct, I pressed my body against Tucker's, staking my claim. I shrugged off his suit jacket and clung to him like an octopus. After covering his neck and jaw with kisses, I fumbled to undo the buttons of his shirt.

I let out a quick groan the moment I had contact with her bare hands. Fuck, I pray I don't come just by the way, she was holding me with those soft and warm hands. Her hands looked so delicate and her fingers slightly long and attractive even though they had no nail polish on them. Everything about her was delicate and beautiful. How come I never saw other ladies this way? Her hands though, were wrapped around my dick but still couldn't go around the whole of me. I could tell that I'm not that big yet because I feel there's still more I need from Keira to get me terribly hard.

He had gripped me like the prey on its predators. “I think you look even more beautiful when you drink with me and only with me,” he whispered on my ear and then placed a wet kiss on my bare shoulder sending the hundreds volts currents down through my spines. His touches are genuine, they are godly, or maybe devilish, so much heavenly or hellish that I don’t even realize what am I doing being triggered with his touch. “I think we need some private area for now,” he whispered on my ears on which I could only blush like a little child after getting what she wanted.

My heart is pounding, tension building in my body, his leather-covered hands teasing my body. “Can I bring Marcus in?” I would love it, heck it is most women’s dream, but I feel awful agreeing. Jackson is my husband. I should be happy with just him. “Don’t worry about me Kitten, one of my turn-ons is seeing other men with you. The thought of Marcus and me playing with my Kitten drives me wild.” His lips lower, sucking my breast into his mouth.

Why was I thinking about sucking Kayden? "It's starting. I heard this movie is erotic." Kayden whispered in my ear, his hand resting on my thigh casually. "I can handle it." Could I? He nodded. "I trust you." I swear, I couldn't pay attention to the movie. Not when he couldn't keep his hands at a place. Not like he was touching me inappropriately but he would casually squeeze my thigh lightly or rub his thumb on it, his shoulder brushing against mine. I was torn between asking him if he was the Dom at that club and pretending not to know.

As she moved her legs, opening them wider, the smell of her lovejuices became more pungent. ‘Tell me about Lord Burnet,’ Karen gasped, hovering on the brink, desperate to come. ‘He’s a bastard to work for, I should imagine, if his behaviour elsewhere is anything to go by,’ Armina murmured dreamily, and now one of her hands crept down to her pubis. Her sex-lips pouted between her fingers, swollen and flushed, glistening with nectar. 'But there’s nothing more exciting than an arrogant bastard, providing he looks like Mallory. He’s hung like a stallion. His cock is a good nine inches long when he has a hard-on. Thick as a flag pole, and, boy, does he know how to use it!’

She pumped up her lips and her girls in her push up bra and made for the den like she fucking owned it. Every eye turned to her as she entered. She took in the men drinking wine near a roaring flame. She assumed the tall, caramel, handsome drink of water with the fleek eyebrows and dark pompadour haircut was Karim. He was a gay man’s dream, hell he was even a ladies dream too. Behind black wire glasses, his eyes were like large brown orbs of melted chocolate which could suck someone in and get them lost. His smile was also quite intoxicating.

She whispers into my ears as her palm slowly found it way under my shirt, sliding towards my chest. “Am I not beautiful enough ?” She asked. “You are incredibly beautiful….sexy.” I said and allowed my yes to wander down her body. Gosh, Kari was going to be the death of me. Without giving it a second thought I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. This felt wrong on so many levels. I don't want to take advantage of her but she…she keeps testing my patience and I have very little of that. “Ahhh.” She moaned and that was the last straw.