Matthew Big Mouth Novels & Stories

I guess there’s some truth to that born on the full moon bit. It doesn’t take long before all the rogues are either killed or arrested and loaded into prisoner vans. I shift back surprisingly easily and one of the support troops hands me a pair of sweats right away. “Well, that was different,” Matthew says as he walks up to me. “You were huge, man.” I laugh. “So were you. I think that brown wolf just about pissed himself when he saw you coming.” “I guess I don’t need to worry about you boys,” Dad says, coming up behind us. “Good work.”

I thought she would have to dislocate her jaw to accomplish that task. He was so thick she was only able to take a few inches of him in. She sucked the head and stroked the long, throbbing shaft with both hands. "Motherfuck!" Matt shouted. "I've never had anyone take me into their ass and then suck me dry!" He looked at me with shock and awe. "Your mom is the biggest fucking slut I've ever met, you lucky fucking bastard!"

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.

“My name is Damian, what’s yours?” Matthew giggles. “You have a funny accent.” His lip tilts at the corner. “I know, boy.” Mattew puffs up his chest proudly. “I’m Matthew and I’m a big boy' “Glad to meet you, Mattew,” he says. “You must be cold. What do you say we sort you out a hot chocolate to warm up those bones?” Matthew nods eagerly, and my body turns to stone when he takes him by the hand and leads him toward the car.

He will be coming over more often to try and form a friendship with Taylor. When Matthew and Maribelle, Elijah and Machie's twins turned 18 only Matthew could smell a mate and he was so excited he started running around like a crazy man. He smelled every single person in attendance, even the really old people. As it wasn't an Alpha ceremony because that would be turning over to Jeremiah the whole pack wasn't there but quite a few of us were as it was still a huge deal. As we already knew Taylor was mated to Michael but she didn't when he came sniffing around our now 15 year old triplets she got really excited. Nathan was standing with us and Austin had to hold him back. Matthew sniffed all a

The realm gasped in collective disbelief, for the figure was none other than Malachi himself, risen from the depths of oblivion. A wicked smile twisted across Malachi's face as he surveyed the fated mates before him. "You thought you could vanquish me so easily? How naive," he sneered, his voice dripping with malevolent delight. "Prepare yourselves, for this is only the beginning of your reckoning."

Crap, I was bleeding, my wrist was bleeding and it was hurting like hell. My head was throbbing bad as if someone was hitting me on my skull with a hammer ... I was still struggling to free myself from this bloody rope when I heard some footsteps coming closer and closer..... I gulped down the thick lump of saliva that was formed with fear , I flinched badly when those footsteps stopped near me and an evil , crazy laugh filled my surroundings..... it felt like a psychopath laughing at my mistable state.... "well well well, look who we have hear.... Marilyn Smith, you had made me wait for so long , finally I got you "

I looked at her and ordered again, "Say, ‘Mark me and mate me'!" She bit her lips and said nothing. Seeing her stubborn appearance, I was very angry. I began to lick her breasts with my tongue, especially her two red tits. Soon her two tits became hard and big. Then my tongue came to her wet and somewhat swollen vulva. When my breath sprayed on her sensitive pussy, a stream of water gushed out of her pussy, and her breath became heavy instantly. I rolled up my tongue and walked in and out of her vagina in imitation of sexual intercourse. Her legs cramped, her instep straightened, and she screamed. The hair on my mouth was wet with water from her pussy.

All the advice I had given him had fallen on deaf ears. I walked in and was immediately greeted by a thick stench of beer. Pregnancy had made me even more sensitive to smells, and this had to be one of the most nauseous scents ever. A few men were sitting in the living room without a care in the world, empty bottles surrounding them. Their punk-style, gravity-defying, pour-a-bucket-of-paint-all-over hair was telling me exactly what kind of people I was dealing with. Worst of all, Sean was right among them.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.