Lili Reinhart Nsfw Novels & Stories

she managed to snap, though her voice lacked any real conviction. Riven didn't answer with words. Instead, he grinned, a predatory look that told her he knew exactly how much she was enjoying this. He gripped her thighs and forced her legs wider, pinning her open to the air. Liora gasped, her hips instinctively trying to snap shut to protect her modesty, but Riven was too strong. He held her open wide, his large hand settling firmly over her crotch. He began stroking her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties, his palm applying a heavy, rhythmic pressure that hit her clit perfectly.

Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her hand was still inside her soaked shorts, fingers covered in her own wetness. She froze against the wall, heart pounding hard in her chest. He towered over her, inked knuckles flexing at his sides. Sweat still ran down his muscular chest. His voice came out low and dangerous. “I know exactly what you’ve been watching, little girl. Every filthy video. Every time you touch that pretty pussy thinking about me.” Lila’s face burned hot with shame, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples stayed hard against her tank top. Fresh wetness leaked out of her and soaked her shorts even more. She couldn’t look away from him.

Her exposed cleavage, her supple ass in the lingerie and those wide hips he wanted to grip so badly…bring them closer to himself and fuck her brains out. She then started to take off the lingerie and allowed it to drop the ground. And before Rangar, she was stark naked. She stepped closer to him, her hand resting on his shoulder, "You can pour out all your anger on me. I can take it." she whispered, looking into his eyes. Lilith shut her eyes, getting on her tipy–toes as she raised herself to kiss Ragnar. Her lips met with his, but it didn't even last a moment before he pulled away, pushing her off.

Four of them. Big, broad, and rough-looking. Their faces hidden under caps, their eyes glinting with something dark. My blood ran cold. “What is this?” Lillian stepped aside, gesturing toward me. “Let’s make this fun, shall we? How about we see how much fun it is to watch a pregnant woman squirm?” My stomach twisted. “You can’t do this,” I whispered. “I can do anything,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Especially if it means getting you out of Vincent’s sight. Maybe after this, he’ll finally realize what kind of woman you are—tainted, disgusting. And he’ll divorce you. Imagine how free I’ll feel.”

Her honesty made my pussy throb instantly. “Is that so?” I asked, leaning back. “What exactly are you thinking about?” Lily bit her lip. “I want to know more. Like… how do you stay so smooth down there? Do you shave everything? Can I see again?” I smiled slowly. The girl was bold. I glanced at the door, then back at her eager face. “Lock the door, Lily.” She obeyed quickly. When she turned back around, I stood up, pushed my chair aside, and slowly lifted my skirt. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slid them down my legs, stepping out of them. My bare, smooth pussy was now completely exposed to her.

She's repressing again, only unconsciously this time, "My therapist would be very disappointed if she heard you say that. We can't be happy if you're perpetually scared I'll cheat on you. I would never fucking do that... I mean, again. Under normal circumstances." "And I believe that," she responds with all honesty, her eyes firmly on mine, "I don't think you would ever talk to another girl and mess around behind my back, I seriously don't think that could ever happen. But Lilith is not a normal, girl-next-door type... this is a powerful sex goddess or something. Seriously.”

Her moans were high and broken. Lila—eighteen, track team, short blonde pixie cut—sat on a desk nearby, legs spread wide, three fingers buried in her own cunt while she watched. Her other hand pinched and twisted her small, pink nipples. She was already dripping onto the desktop, a small puddle forming under her ass. The air was thick—musk, arousal, the faint metallic tang of sweat. Phones were off. No one was recording. This was sacred, reckless, stupid, perfect.

She is doing a great job at this already. I have seen her pictures on many billboards on my way here, even at the neighboring packs that I had to pass to get here. Some of the pictures were half naked but if there is anyone I know that is more confident in their body, then that is Lilian. Werewolves are supposed to be since they shift so randomly and nudity is not a big deal over here. "Tell me everything! I've been dying to know what it feels like from your eyes." Lilian yanked me from my reverie with an excited grin plastered on her face.

Lilith. I opened the feed. Clicked into the live view. At first, I thought it would be nothing. Just her reading. Maybe on her phone. Maybe asleep. But what I saw... Damn. Lilith was alone. Thinking. Contemplating. Touching her lips. Then lower. She was clearly trying to stop herself. Fighting it. But God, it was sexy as hell. She stopped like she was doing something wrong….but then, She started again. My eyes were glued to the screen as she revealed her lace panties, the thin fabric doing little to hide the outline of her pussy.

“Take her away. She has tried, time and again, to hurt my fiancée.” I looked up as two police officers stepped into the room, their faces grim. “Miss Liliana Lewiston,” one said, stepping toward me. “You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Miss Alina Lewiston.”