Novel & Cerita Konig Sex

“Fabian, my man. Congratulations on your engagement!” Alfredo Zamora greeted Fabian as soon as they stepped off the stage. The two bumped fists. Alfie and Fabian were college friends. Although they took different courses, they shared the same interest—women. Both were members of a sex club called the King’s Club. It was an exclusive club where all the members came from elite families. There were no restrictions in that club—any of your deepest desires and kinkiest fantasies could come true.

King licked his thumb and brought it between our bodies, teasing my clit side to side, faster and faster. I couldn’t take it any longer, I came apart with a scream, but he quickly silenced it with a possessive kiss. Our teeth bumped against each other because he was still fucking me. I gripped him, digging my fingers into his back. King let out a long, loud growl and started to shake as his sperm coated the condom. I wished he was spilling that thing inside me instead. His mouth found mine again, my legs locked around his waist and after he was done releasing, he lost all power in his muscles and collapsed on top of me, panting.

Everything about his place is perfectly fit for a King. Marek nudges my side, brining my attention back to Varian, and the man approaching to stand by his side, who I immediately know is the King. I'm immediately taken by his pretty eyes, like pure silver, framed by a dark line around the iris. Everything else about him is handsome too, but I already knew that. I've heard plenty of gossip about him in the past, even if all of the people I knew that had something to say about him had never actually met him. "Woah...You're the King," I hear myself say, my cheeks immediately reddening from embarrassment. How many times has he heard that?

The King smiled. "I think I would love to do that right now." Carmen giggled. "Not here. Anyone could enter." "You provoked me. Sit back and allow me to play." The King locked the door. He then knelt down to the floor, opened wide Carmen's legs. With her nervously exhaling hard from excitement as well as fear. The King removed Carmen's undewear, then began to lick her clitoris softly and slowly. Carmen could feel the heat as the King breathed on her vagina. The sensation made her more horny. The King placed both of his hands on Carmen's thighs and continued to lick the clitoris until Carmen began to moan. This continued for twenty minutes until the King was also horny and wanted to take thin

He shouts about to lean in to the kiss again but I stop him, once again the door knocks. "It seems rather important" I smile taking my hand to wipe the lipstick from his lips, he growls a little walking towards the door. I just turn sorting things out in the room, Grayson remained at the door talking with the guy. I go over the booklet of things I need to do before the coronation, the next thing was learn how to walk like a queen. How do queens walk? The sound of the door closing makes me turn, Grayson was making his way over.

Holding me, my legs wrapped around his waist, our lips still fervently connected, we ended up on the plush bed. James continued to explore every inch of me, his touch evoking soft moans. "Please kiss me, James," I implored, our lips locking in a heated kiss while his hands continued their maddening exploration. Suddenly, his hand ceased its rhythm between my legs, causing me to groan at the unexpected pause.

It would be best if he didn't expect anyone to suddenly run towards him with enthusiasm. Unable to catch the last bus at this time, he pulled out his cell phone and hesitated to call Aaron. "Huh... Nicon didn't hold you back?" Aaron jumped. Claude laughed, "How can you? Is Nicon going to mess around with us? "It's true that you have no eyes; don't know how to keep them!" Aaron grumbled. Stop with me, let me comfort your broken heart for you! " Claude laughed. Aaron is a 100% heterosexual guy. Furthermore, he's extremely hot.

I continue to annoy him. "Do you think I'm making sex a hobby? You're so judgmental, Princess Kiara," I pretended to cover my mouth with my hand. "Oh my bad, what do you want me to think? That you're like a saint who doesn't look for something to warm your body or make you cum? You don't need to deny it to me, Nigel. I know you guys have needs too. Don't worry, no matter how many women you sleep with, there's no case against me, we can still use each other anytime we want right? Don't worry, I'm still the old Kiara who can turn you on." I bit my lip to make him cringe even more.

“White wolves awaken differently. Their bond, their spirit, their transformation — everything comes later. At the moment when destiny demands it.” Destiny. That word always felt like it belonged in stories, not real life. “So Damien…” I swallowed hard. “He knew what I was?” “Yes,” Matteo said. “He would have sensed it instantly. Kings always sense rare bloodlines.” Rare blood. Rare wolf. Rare danger. My skin prickled. “But what does he want?” My voice cracked. “Why did he say that I’m… his?” Regina placed her hands on my shoulders. “Emily, listen to me carefully. The Werewolf King is not like other men. When he sets his eyes on something, he does not ask. He takes.”

“Your dick must be enormous if he thinks I’ll bleed after you have sex with me and believe I’m a virgin. Because whenever he fucks me hard, he keeps grunting at how tight I am…” The king cuts me off, releasing his alpha pheromones as he snarls. “Shut up!" “Why? I want you to know how much I relished his brutality during sex. He’s a god of sex! He fucked me so deep and thoroughly that I could barely move for days after he—” The king interrupts me again; this time his eyes are glowing red.