Katherine Mcnamara Sexy Novels & Stories

I said, my voice steady. They both stopped and looked at me. It felt like the air in the room had suddenly gotten thick. "What do you mean, Marcus?" Michelle asked, her eyes narrowing. "Think about it," I said, walking a few steps closer to the sofa. "Katherine’s mum... she wasn't pregnant during those years she was dating those guys in high school. The records show that. But right after high school, she started working as a stripper. At the old Hamilton club." I let that sink in for a beat. Rose and Michelle were staring at me like I was speaking a foreign language.

Katherine moaned, and her body arched involuntarily. JAN was on fire. She could tell that by the way he kissed her. Kate could sense something in him… something primal like he was someone who had been locked up in a cage for a long time, and now he found freedom. He was slowly taking away the innocence that was left on her… dragging her to the edge of glory where there was nothing but a thin thread of sanity to hold on to. She could not help but moan as his blessed hand caressed her. “Jan…” she groaned in protest when he distanced himself from her.

She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip. “That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room. Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.

“Looking good is not enough. Acting calm is not enough. Winning Dacre’s love is not enough. We need to play dirty. But smart.” I nodded slowly. “I agree. Katherine acts like she’s quiet, but she’s dangerous. And Dacre doesn’t see it.” She smiled, put down her glass, and picked up her phone. “I have an idea,” she said as she dialed a number. I raised a brow. “What kind of idea?” She gave me a wicked smile. “The type that makes a good girl look like a bad one.” The call went through, and she put it on speaker. A man’s voice answered. “Hello?”

Katherine sat at her desk in the dimly lit sanctuary of her bedroom with notes, books shattered open. The delicate fabric of her blush pink satin sleepwear hung loosely over her frame. The camisole clung to her full breasts, the thin spaghetti straps slipping slightly off her shoulders, exposing the gentle swell of her cleavage through the V-neckline. The matching shorts rode high on her thighs, the ruffled hem teasing just below the round globes of her ass, leaving her long, toned legs bare and inviting. Her light brown hair cascaded in loose waves down her back, framing her striking blue eyes that were fixed on her laptop screen, but her mind was miles away, drifting to Vincent Morris.

★★★★★ "If saying all this makes you feel better, then go ahead," Katherine said coolly, her voice steady but laced with quiet contempt, " but you are not just wasting my time-you are wasting our time. And for what? Paranoia?" "Zac has slept with more women than you can count," Katherine shot back, " so which one are you planning to threaten next?" Katherine has had enough. The way Merlin was behaving was as if Katherine were his mistress, and she was setting the fire to her beautiful married life with Zac.

Katherine's mouth found my breast, sucking hard on the nipple, teeth scraping as she hummed around it. 'You taste like sin,' she mumbled, popping off to kiss me again, her tongue thrusting in mimicry of George's cock. We were a symphony of filth, skin slapping, wet squelches, breathless curses. George's pace faltered, his breaths ragged. 'Shit, Kat, your pussy's gripping me. And Nancy, watching you two sluts go at it...' He smacked Katherine's ass, the crack sharp, then groped the reddening cheek, kneading it possessively. She cried out, clenching around him, which made her clit mash harder against mine. The pressure coiled tighter in my belly, orgasm hovering like a storm.

"This is a fascinating part of your anatomy. Looks great on tight jeans. You could pose for a pinup calendar... One of those sexy ones with the bare, hairy chest and just the top button of your jeans undone" Jensen's smile matched the come hither smile of the poster models —soft and sexy and all male. Heavy sensuality washed over her as he shifted against her with a new surge of desire. His thigh edged between hers and he entered her. "Maybe I will taste just a little of this..." He said. He lowered his head and nuzzled the softness of her breast before taking her nipple into the heated moistness of his mouth. At the first tug of pleasure, Katherine felt a warm flood of desire open within h

“Just like that…” Katherine hummed against him, the vibrations of her voice made him hiss through his teeth. His approval fuelled her, makes her more eager to please him, and she took him deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she started to bob her head, tongue gliding along the underside of his cock. The weight of him filled Katherine's mouth, every inch of him stretching her lips, and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her as her chin became slick with spit. She really was a slut underneath that good girl exterior, wasn't she?

He was no longer the one thrusting his hips; she took the initiative, but he wouldn’t let her make him come outside her flesh. "Spread your legs." He commanded as he tried his best to keep his wolf at bay. “Condom.” What? His frown made her still. “We need a condom, Dominic.” She repeated, and while he had no right to protest, it was he who ensured a condom was used. It was he who drew that line with his partners. Katherine is in heat, she is practically panting—so how the hell could she remember something he forgot? his wolf's anger roared through him, wanting desperately to know how many men she had been with for ‘latex’ to her default, even when she was putty in his hands.