Katherine Waterston Sexy Novels & Stories

Julian stiffened, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun holstered at his hip, even as his other arm kept me pressed against him. Then I saw her. Celeste stepped from the shadows as if she belonged there, her figure immaculate despite the chaos we’d just escaped. Not a trace of dust touched her pale dress, not a smear of blood stained her flawless skin. She was haunting, so calm, so untouchable, like the destruction of the chamber was nothing more than theater performed for her amusement. “Touching,” she purred, eyes narrowing as they flicked between Julian’s bruised face and my trembling frame locked in his arms. “The hero saves the girl. Again. How predictably romantic.”

He tug at my n¡pple as his tongue lashed out wickedly on the other. I dig my fingers into his hair as his to tongue slid down my skin, wicked– teasing. "Oh God!.." I moan out helplessly. I do hope the walls are sound proofed. I tug at his hair helplessly as he worked his mouth down my bare skin. Gently sliding my panties down his dark eyes roam down my entrance. I squirm at his open show of lust. Holding my thighs in place he lowers his head between my upraised legs and I let out a short gasp as his warm tongue slids over my my wet entrance. I shut my eyes and grabbed the sheets for support. Gary slids his tongue slowly over my mound. My whole body shiver in sheer ecstasy and I'm moaning out

"Tell me what you find hot about it." "I like what I saw them doing in the preview." "Is that it?" I asked. She glanced at me and tried to read my face. "You sure?" she asked. I nodded. She looked back to the screen where the two were standing and kissing and groping slowly. "He's really good looking. He's got a great body." She paused for a second, hesitating. "He's got a really sexy cock." On screen. the woman had just, as if on cue, released the man's cock from his trousers. It was very long, and quite thick. Circumcised. The woman on screen began to stroke it.

I stepped between her knees, gripping her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed until she was flush against me. “Maybe.” She shrugged, shoving her glasses up the bridge of her nose. God, she was Beautiful. I didn't give her a chance to breathe. I grabbed the hem of that stained sweatshirt and yanked it over her head, throwing it somewhere across the room. She was left in nothing but those gray sweatpants, her breasts heavy and the pale skin of her stomach still carrying the faint, silver stretch marks of our babies. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

Sneering I warned her. She chuckled. "But you were so so wet for me when I sucked on your tits. Just your tits. You needed to see the way you were riding me fast with your humps and your moan..." "I'll report for assault if you keep pestering my life. I'm warning you." "And risk your husband knowing you chose a woman over him? I doubt." She scoffed, her eyes zeroing on the little cleavage that flashed out of my dress opening. "I'm leaving."

“What matters is that it exists. That we acknowledge it.” Her chest tightened further. “And if we don’t?” He leaned slightly closer, his gaze holding hers so firmly she felt pinned by it. “Then it consumes us anyway. Silently. Slowly. But inevitably.” Amara’s heart raced. She could feel the heat of him now, could almost smell it, could almost hear the unspoken thoughts that lingered in the room like ghosts. The tension was unbearable, alive, magnetic. “And if we do?” she asked, voice trembling despite her best effort.