Kathryn Newton Sexy Novels & Stories

Whatever game the brunette wanted to start, she was calling out every part of the dark-haired man's body. The gaze from Katherina, that chestnut-haired beauty with hints of coffee and azure, made him tremble in places he didn't know could be affected like that. What the hell was Katherina playing at? He would find out, no matter what. After a moment of silence, the dark-haired man spoke:

he said again, they had been on the bed for hours and each time one of the tried to get up, they ended up having sex, again. "Yes, we need some food," Kat said and stretched on the bed, giving him a good view of her perky breasts and her flat stomach, she looked like a goddess with the sun shining from the window, her black hair tumbling down her back, her back arched and illuminated by the light. "Hmm," he droned again as she stood up, not even bothering to wrap the sheets around her exquisite body, as she sashayed to the bathroom. Tanner could feel himself get hard, he was sure that he had never had so much sex in his entire life time.

She was going to be the death of him. Kate split and thrust her hips sensually on the pole, her movements so slick he couldn't stop going crazy at the thought of the other men who had seen her like this. Hot. Sexy. She took off the net and let it slip to the carpets, then she started to crawl towards him. Fuck. Finally. Alan Sterling was stiff as a rod, and he started to reach for his belt when the vixen moved to another side of the room, divided by a curtain. "Katharina..." He muttered in a growl, his voice filled with frustration.

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 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.

Kathrine bit her lower lip. Stacy's jaw dropped, then she burst into laughter, poking Katherine's side. "Oh, Kat! Your dominant hunk wants to turn you into his personal milk machine? That's hot as hell, kinky, but possible with hormones, you know you need to see your gynac for that or if you're pregnant. Bet he'd love sucking you off while you lactate." She teased relentlessly, mimicking a suckling motion. "Imagine him pinning you down, latching on while he fucks your wet pussy. You'd be dripping for him."

Beneath her gown, Katie Medina, GHS's now-former It girl, was completely and totally naked. It was all of her almost exactly like I, and any hetero male at GHS, had imagined. (And we had all imagined.) A little bit thin, a little bit tall, and every single last piece of her about her just so goddamn cute you wanted to fuck it individually. She was almost the exact midpoint between Tabitha and Taylor. Tall, but not towering. Thin, but not skinny. Dark roots, but the bulk of her dyed pale blonde. Toned, but with all sorts of well-placed curves. Big tits, yet almost exactly one hair shy of being so big they distracted from the rest of her. A habitual smile from a lifetime of people who'd been u

Slowly, she began grinding her hips, bucking her supple ass over Lincoln's thighs. Lincoln shuddered when she scratched his chest with her nails, feeling his cock rise as she danced on his thighs. It felt good, and he grabbed her hips, grunting when she applied a bit of pressure on his shaft, making him throb wildly. "Fuck, that's hot," He groaned when Katie began bouncing her ass right on his cock, moaning as the thick shaft lodged between her panties every time. Her short dress rode up her ass, exposing a bit of her silk white thong and her pale ass. Katie couldn't help it. She hadn't been fucked properly in a long while, not since she broke up with Jerry, and was horny as hell.

“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.”