Kson Nsfw Novels & Stories

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Chapter 4 Luna’s POV “Kai no way you cannot be serious right now,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I sat there naked on the couch with my legs still spread and my pussy throbbing from all the edging. My juices had dripped everywhere onto the cushion and the coffee table. The main stream chat was exploding with tips that kept pinging nonstop and the OnlyFans side was even crazier with people throwing hundreds just to see what would happen next. He stood there right in front of me stroking the bulge in his jeans with one hand while he held the phone camera steady with the other.

‘Damn princess, you're sexy as hell’ ‘I fucking miss those tits in my mouth, that ass… fuck, I wanna spank it till its red and sore’ I moaned at his message shamelessly. ‘Well, the ass isn't going anywhere, you can come spank it as hard as you want’ I added some sexy emojis. He sent a voice note; ‘Someone's being a slutty bitch tonight, and I hope she doesn't regret it by the time we're back. Cause we're fucking gonna use you till you're sore, EVERYWHERE’ The voice was low, grunty and demanding, I felt my breathing hitch realizing it was Kelvin’s voice just now. And he sounded like he was horny already.

Connor asked, “What are you guys talking about?” Noah said, “It’s nothing, just Isaac being Isaac, working on recruiting me to become a yaoi fetishist like him.” “Fudanshi,” Isaac said. “It’s called fudanshi, when a guy likes gay comics.” “Really? Isaac, you like gay comics? That’s news to me,” Connor said. Isaac folded his arms across his chest as he said, “Everything about me is news to you, Connor, so no need to be surprised.”

I grew uneasy immediately. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Katie here as a weird kink,” Xena replied and looked at my team mate with a sly glint in her eyes. Katies face was red with embarrassment as I turned to look at her. “What is she talking about?” I asked my team mate. “I was not expecting Xena to be here,” Katie said delicately and looked into the fire place. I waited for her to continue. “I added some aphrodisiac into the food.”

He wanted to watch K give him a fantastic blowjob over some fucktastic sex music. Ah, Closer by Kings of Leon. "Motherf- " Jesse jerked his head up and dropped his phone to the floor as soon as K's mouth and tongue enveloped his hard-on. She was showing him no mercy. She was really going down on him like a fucking hooker, sexily bent and scooted down between his legs as her curvy little ass was sticking up in the air. She was posed like those extremely gorgeous, dirty 50's pin-up girls.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He didn’t press, thank God, just shook his head with a small chuckle and turned back to his laptop. I excused myself to the bathroom, heart in my throat. Once I was inside, door locked, I picked up the phone again and tapped the message open. It was another video. This time Knox had filmed himself in front of a mirror. One hand braced on the sink, the other wrapped around his cock. He was shirtless, sweat-slicked, head thrown back. Every stroke deliberate, slow, and filthy. He was talking again. Whispering. “This is what you do to me. My cock blows everytime I think about you.”

The worst possible insult Knox could deliver was to call Travis something he hates the most. "You know, Travis," Knox trailed off, dropping the intensity of his voice to a silky, taunting whisper that sliced through the hallway. "Your hatred toward me seems less like genuine disgust and more like... a profound, terrifying fear of getting caught in the act yourself. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, you know. You could just accept it, like I did, and who knows," he leaned closer, "I might even let you hit it." Knox pressed right into Travis's personal space, taunting him with breath that smelled faintly of smoke and mint. For a dramatic, utterly cruel final touch, he deliberate

I stay where I am, watching him walk away. My hands curl at my sides. Dammit, Gianna. You couldn’t have picked someone simpler to dig into? Just had to be a senator’s son. I turn back toward the house, already done with the whole bullshit for one day, when my phone buzzes in my palm. I almost ignore it but catch a glimpse of the GirlGoneWild logo on the side. Kittenxo is live. I stop dead in my tracks, fuck. What is she fucking thinking? An unpleasant feeling runs down my spine. If her live today is anything like the pictures she posts, I’m screwed.