Kathryn Newton Sexy Novels & Stories

Just as Katherine was about to take a breath, the mic vibrated with a sensual tone, definitely not that of Lord Harrington: “Having fun with your boyfriend's wife, Killian? Hmmm. I always knew you to be the kinky one but this???”

Kathryn was a woman, which was more convenient. However, today when Anne was going through the inspection of her private parts, Anthony was standing beside her, and everyone could feel the low pressure around him. Kathryn did not understand either, so she hurriedly checked. Anne, who was lying on the examination bed, shrank back in fright. "What are you doing?" Kathryn did not expect her to have such a big reaction. "I will just look at it, and I won't touch it. Relax, it's okay..."

Kathryn said tapping on my thighs as she pointed to the tall-skinned man who walked into the bar during Matt's band performance. “What about him?” She said pointing to the guy, as she adjusted her dress like she was interested in getting him to talk to us or her. “No way!” I responded taking my eyes off him as I gave a knock on the head playfully. “Seriously?” I asked teasingly knowing fully well that I had no interest in any other guy aside from Ryan. And I meant whatever decision I had made in my head concerning making Ryan my only secret affair. “Isn't he charming?” She asked.

Just that stunned, flushed look that made me want to pin her against the tile and fuck her until she forgot her own name. Her breath hitched when I hooked my fingers around the curtain and pulled it back, slow enough to give her time to shove me out. But she didn’t. Fuck me. For a second, I forgot how to breathe. Because fuck. She looked like a goddess of sex. Katie stood there like every filthy fantasy I had ever had but wetter and sexier. Water trailed down her heavy breasts in rivulets, gliding over dusky nipples that looked hard enough to cut glass. Round. Perky. So fucking perfect.

I answered. On getting there, I saw a lady closing her door, she has a long blonde hair; I don’t usually date blonde women except for casual sex; I prefer the brunettes. But this blonde seems different. I stood behind her for seconds, until finally the words formed in my lips “good morning Miss Kate” I greeted. Finally, she turned her face; oh my God… I was blown away. She is probably the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A little bit over 1.75m with a stunning body, I couldn’t help the chemical reactions going on in my body. I have to get this over with.

Shining. Dazzling. But Kathryn was more of a natural fierce beauty with her gorgeous full Auburn hair. She had some plastic surgeries but nothing over the top or easily noticeable. She arrested a room just by being present. She was flirty but not in the obvious way Cecilia carries on. And I don't think Kathryn ever used this particular brand of perfume.

She took me into her mouth again, and my cock hit the back of her throat with ease as my hips moved on its own, fucking into her mouth. Karyna let out a startled moan around me, staring up at me through her beautiful, long lashes. My mouth parted in ecstasy, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as my chest heaved painfully from the sheer intent of it. “Shit!” I groaned, unable to stop fucking her throat. No wonder Julian always bragged about her. She was a sex goddess. She was literally every man’s dream. Karyna moved up and down on my cock, despite my rapid thrusts, twirling her tongue over my dick. Swallowing every drop of pre-cum that spilled from the tip.

A forceful pull in her lower abs warned her that she would be ripped apart any minute now by the fucking magic that was Colton. Tightly gripping his rigid shoulders, Kate continued lifting herself up before driving herself down. She could feel her ass cheeks rippling every time she collided with his powerful thighs, and she could see Colton’s gaze drift to the rear window of the car where she was sure the reflection of their conjoined bodies was in full display. “Holy fuck, you look so fucking sexy,” he panted before his fingers tightened against her flesh, and an elongated shout rumbling from his chest signalled he was spilling himself into her.

“We’ve got angst, we’ve got supernatural drama, and you’ve got a walking crisis in flannel waiting downstairs. All we need is a killer soundtrack.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re enjoying this way too much.” Kathryn raised both hands, all faux innocence. “I live for the drama. Especially when I don’t have to be in it.” I pointed at her. “One day, this will bite you.” “Probably. But until then, go flirt awkwardly or yell or whatever it is you two do instead of communicating like normal people.” I started walking again, muttering, “This is such a bad idea.”

“But you and him, it would be different. Tyrith always did what you asked him. I bet he would come if you asked him. No, if you call him right now and say ‘Tyrith, I need you’, he would be here faster than the speed of light. If they locked the two of you in a room, Tyrith would let you dominate him. But what I can’t stop trying to imagine is how he looks in bed. Do those round eyes glow with his arousal? Does his smooth whisky colored skin get red? Do his cheeks get flush? Those lips. Perfect lips. They always were red. Do they get crimson when he’s kissed? What do his pheromones smell like when he’s turned on? Does he let it loose or does he conserve it? What…” I tried not to hear what els