Matthew Big Mouth Novels & Stories

Ken felt so happy to hold his mate after a long time waiting. Mew on the other hand in his pack house sitting beside the mother of his kids and his lovely mate Filo, by holding her hand. Healers said she was in this state because of too much exhaustion. Still, Mew can't believe that his mate is here with him flesh, blood, and alive. Flin and Sam came back yesterday, they were too here with him waiting for Filo to open her eyes. The strong rotten smell from his mate making obvious that she was still in the spell of black people. So he was so worried about what will happen when she opens his eyes.

His bass voice breaks me from my reverie. “Big dog! My dude!” He slaps my shoulder and shakes me. Ryan's, like, the dude who thinks he's the werewolf Casanova. Dark hair, always perfectly tousled like he stepped out of a shampoo ad. Athletic build, like he could bench press a truck or something. But seriously, his cologne is a bit much – like, calm down, man, we get it, you're trying to impress. Anyway, Ryan's got that whole 'I'm too cool for school' vibe, but hey, it seems to work for him. We've been friends since my parents died and he's been very loyal, so all in all, I trust him more than anyone in this pack even though he can be “excessive” sometimes.

he asked with a cold tone while looking out the window at the outside world. "Hmm. But why are you talking so coldly like your big brother?" "Big Brother?" he muttered. She nodded her head and replied, "Your brother...." she paused as if collecting her words, then said, "Bryan Morrison is the most arrogant man I have ever met."

I quizzed, blocking my forehead with my hand, "I know it's a little big but let's not stare." Every set of eyes that was on me dropped to the matte black plates placed upside-down in front of them. They all whispered sorry before gradually going back to what they were doing, some bobbing their head and singing along with the song. They sucked at singing because of the deepness of their voices but I never told them that.

It had been about the time he bought Renda and the other women from Victoria. “Not who I expected to see on this card,” he remarked. “I’ll have to add them to the map.” “Who is Grave Mouth?” Renda asked. I was surprised that she’d never heard of them. She must not be from the west coast. “Grave Mouth is a pack based in the southwest,” Matt said. “They’re known for smuggling.” He looked at me, “You know something about them?” “Felix used to work with them, but he stopped about three years ago. I’m not sure why.”

Paloma~ I guess not every interest I had in Douchebag McMatthews went out the window, because I googled him the second I was alone within the confines of the apartment and by God did he have one hell of a smile and eight pacs, what freakish exercises gave him that, he was hot and also stinking rich, heck his father owned Capricorn, one the biggest leading pharmaceuticals in the United States.

"We should stop, don't you think?" His dick was rock hard, hot and I ogle at it, I felt the size once but I never knew it'd be this big. I wonder if it'd fit in my mouth talk more of down there. "Action speaks louder than words, you know?" "Ari sweetheart, I'm not ready to die yet." His left hand held my head in position as I lower my head and take him in my mouth while his right hand was firm on the wheel. Mateo breaths loud and hard as I lap the precum off his dick. So big and veiny. I trace the veins on his cock with the tip of my tongue, sucking off any precum I left out.

My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. Great. Just great. This is exactly how the true crime podcasts start. Matt’s voice hissed in my ear. “Not so mouthy now, are you, bitch?” I thrashed. Bit down—hard. He yelped, hand flying off my mouth. I sucked in air to scream—Matt caught me again, slammed me against the wall. “Your mom a bitch?” he snarled. “Because you sure bite like one.” “Go to hell.” He grinned—ugly, drunk. “Before I do, I’m gonna fuck you first.”

“Beg for it.” “Fuck me, Father, For I had been a bad boy.” Matthew rips those words right out of Khatri’s darkest fantasies, swiping the flat of his tongue across the tip and the priest loses his mind. He shoved it in, groaning as those lips stretched around him, hot and wet, and perfect. Khatri’s hand latches onto the bedpost, holding on for dear life as Matthew pulls him deeper into his mouth, running his tongue down and around the shaft as it goes in. A low moan slips from Khatri and he unwraps one hand from the post before tightening it around Matthew’s neck.

He is very handsome with a babyface his eyes is the color is a beautiful sparkly blue. Mathew's eyes and mouth complement his pale fair skin gorgeous. His lips and skin are smooth to the touched he had a small body frame with no muscle mass. He is a natural sweet young boy at first glades but there is something cruel and dangerous about him. However, women seem to throw themselves at him just because he is handsome. Mathew is an adventurous type and loves to get his hands dirty. Matthew also hunts animals he likes to dissect animals and makes them stuffed.