Novel & Cerita Kinky Love Story

“Love being inside you, waking up with you, drying your hair and brushing it and then bending you over and fucking you until you can’t remember any name but mine.” “Yeah…I love you too,” Kendra moaned, nails raking lightly down his back. “I love how you take care of me, how you fuck me and fuck! I love that I get to keep you.” Their movements grew more urgent. The dressing table creaked softly beneath them. Knox’s rhythm turned short and powerful, hips snapping forward as the tension at the base of his spine coiled tighter and tighter. Kendra felt him swell even thicker inside her. “Come with me,” she whispered, one hand sliding between them to rub her own clit. “Fill me up. I want to feel i

she hissed against his mouth. Slowly, with his eyes on hers, he slid into her an inch at a time, feeling her clench around his cock. He flexed his hips, pulling back and easing into her once again. Jackie gripped his shoulders and drew up her knees, affording him deeper access. He drew back again. "I love playing a kinky scene with you, but right now I just want to make love to you, Jackie," he whispered. "Yes," she repeated, heat flaring in her deep blue eyes. She leaned up and pressed her lips to his, surprising him with her intensity.

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

I felt like I caught him off guard for a moment as I continue, "and that's not it even in my nightmare you are calling me sweetheart. " "Sweetheart, it must be a coincidence-" I cut him off. "No, I thought the same but explain to me. How could it be a coincidence when before today I never met you but you are appearing in my dreams and how could you be that same guy who kidnapped me in real life?!" I tried my best to make him understand what I am saying. "If you want to make me your wife then that's at least I should know, No?" He stares at me, silently for a few moments, observing what I said before he spoke. "Would you believe if I say we both were lovers in the past life? and your parents

That naughty girl grabs my penis and starts caressing it over my pants. That's enough to make me lose control. I drag her to a darker corner, press her against the wall, and our lips meet again. Our kiss is urgent and wet. She gyrates against me as we kiss, and her hand goes down again, directly to my little friend. But now she's bolder; she opens my pants, slips her hand inside, and strokes my cock through the fabric. Fuck! What is this? This woman is driving me insane. I keep kissing her, and she moans softly during our passionate kiss. She's extremely aroused.

“What if I say I am not interested in your Kinky sex?” He shrugged. “Then we won't be having any kinky sex. Even Vanilla with you is thrilling. My Love.” Her heart skipped a beat hearing his silky voice. The passionate look in his eyes made her hungry for his closeness. Her husband surely knows how to flirt. Sighing, she rested her head against his chest. “I want to be in your arms and that's the kinkiest thing for me now.” He kissed her head and scooped her in his arms as he took her to their bedroom. They didn't make love but remained in each other’s arms. Sex was one thing but being in the arms of your lover, nothing could beat that feeling.

"No, you didn't. But would we really have gotten this far if you didn't take me prisoner, in the first place? No. I fell in love with you because of the circumstances that you orchestrated. This isn't normal and it isn't healthy and I am done with it. You're on drugs most of the time, you're violent and aggressive, and you act like a spoilt child!" He jumped to his feet, "So run away? A divorce is your go-to? Even after I begged you to have patience with me? No! We fix things, we don't just give up, Kinley." "Gianni, listen to me. I love you, but I don't know if that's real or some fucked up trauma response to everything. I don't want to be in a relationship based on this, regardless of how

The Story Begins… There was a time in the past when werewolves and witches had interceptions among each other in the same land. However, a mutual hatred had emerged from a different angle of the world as to who was the greatest. This caused a huge unsettlement yet it was not so in San Antonio, they interrelated but they did not interbreed, as it was seen as an abomination. Queen Lorelai held a candle in his hand and walked to her secret room while chanting some words. When she got there, she lightened up a mini fire which she fueled with a chicken's intestine.

He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—pouring three years of missing her into every touch. Pyhna’s pleasure built again, steady and powerful. She clenched around him, nails lightly scratching his back over his scars. “I love you, Fabian. So much.” “I love you too,” he growled, thrusting deeper. One hand slipped between them, rubbing her clit in gentle circles. She came again with a shuddering moan, pulling him over the edge with her. Fabian buried himself deep, groaning her name as he spilled inside her, hot pulses filling her completely.

he kissed her softly on the bed. “What…the hell?” she breathed, her voice hoarse. “That was…” “Intense?” Kyler supplied while I undid the collar. “Yeah…let’s go with that.” she laughed breathlessly. Kyler had already disposed of the condom and was lying beside her, pulling her close. “That was insane,” he said. “When did you get so Kinky, four eyes?” “Who knows,” I said mildly. “I never imagined Paraphilia to be this intriguing.”