Luscious Manga Novels & Stories

he quickly remarked. Declan and Dylan stood in the doorway, nodding as they called Charlie out for his carelessness. I shut my eyes, sick with disbelief. How had I ever fallen for their lousy act? Charlie sat on the edge of the bed, took my hand, and pressed a soft kiss to it. "Lucia, the weather's been awful lately. Is your face bothering you again? I've already found the best plastic surgeon. Once you're healed, you'll be back in the modeling competition and shine brighter than ever. No matter what happens, I'll always love you."

Cool salmon nigiri balances on my hard nipples, a line of spicy tuna rolls make a line down my stomach, and finally, with a smirk, he presses a delicate piece of yellowtail right against my swollen pussy lips, the rice and fish pressing into my wet folds. My breath hitches as he leans down, his tongue tracing first over my breasts, licking and sucking the sushi into his mouth, teeth grazing my sensitive peaks, his breath scorching my skin. He moves lower, devouring each piece from my curved stomach with slow, savoring licks that make my muscles quiver. “You’re delicious,” he murmurs, taking a small nip at my flesh. “So fucking beautiful and amazing…and all mine.”

Rosa watched, breathless and wide-eyed, as the thick, white ropes of his seed painted her flushed skin, splashing across her swollen nipples and dripping down the slope of her bare breasts. Luciano let out a final, ragged breath, his chest heaving as his grip on her hair slowly loosened. He looked down at her—her lips slick and swollen, her eyes watering, and his heavy cum painted across her skin. A dark, possessive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He swiped a thumb across her wet lower lip, leaning down to look straight into her glistening, big eyes as he murmured huskily, "Good girl."

***Lucas Mia’s agony pang through my chest. I raced to her, without thought. The closer I got, the stronger the aroma of her sex grew. My feet were frozen as I caught sight of her through the cell door. Her eyes were gone. Black lust filled shells replaced what was once my mate’s enchanting gray embers. She was on all fours, naked and ready to pounce. Her expression was wild... ravenous. She licked her lips, hungrily, waiting for me to draw closer to the bed. Her ivory hair was crudely tangled; unfurled curls draped over her skin. This was no longer my innocent mate but a demon possessed. I smelled the sweat and carnal desire, charging the air in her tiny cell.

The door locked behind us. He threw me on the bed and followed, dress up, panties ripped down one leg, two thick fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck. So wet.” “Mm…” He worked them deep, thumb on my clit. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Yes.” He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was heavy and thick. He didn’t wait, he pushed into me in one long thrust that stole my breath. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud.

Marcus responded with quiet hunger, his hands sliding under her sweater to caress the bare skin of her belly and breasts. He lifted her gently onto the wide library desk, pushing papers aside. He stripped her sweater off and kissed down her body, lingering on her rounded stomach with soft, reverent kisses before spreading her thighs. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, tongue dragging over her clit while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet room. Lila moaned, fingers gripping his hair as she rocked against his face.

My body jerked as tears rolled down my eyes. My juices fought to push the cocks out yet they held firm through the flood and kept pounding my pussy senseless. They kept switching turns until my legs could scarcely twitch. By the time they finished with me, I collapsed onto the bed. My thighs spread obscenely wide with cum leaking from every hole. Yet Louis still snatched a marker. Right at the top of my thigh near my pussy he scrawled bold letters: “A cheap ruined pussy.” Then he snapped photos of every filthy inch of my body.

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.

“You’re ours. Every smile belongs to us. Every moan. Every drop of this sweet, dripping pussy.” Luca devoured her like a man possessed, licking broad stripes through her folds before sucking her clit again, groaning at her taste. The obscene, wet sounds filled the cell. Dante yanked her hoodie off over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her full breasts. He cupped them roughly from behind, pinching and rolling her stiff nipples until she whimpered.