Matthew Big Mouth Novels & Stories

Just then Nate is pinned against the wall by a man with curly black hair and pale blue eyes. Peter- MATE! “MINE,” the new man growls. “Mathew, what on earth?” Nathen Grant growls at his son. “Mate,” Mathew says as he smashes his lips into Nate. Nate returns the kiss, unable to resist the tingles. When they are about to pull apart, Matt extends his canines and marks Nate. “Fuck, oh fuck,” Nate moans. His thoughts go to Vanessa, their baby. “What’s wrong?” Matt asks him as he pulls away, after sealing Nate’s new mark.

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.

So I looked away from him and continued walking ahead. “Will you be offended if I ask you something?” Suddenly I asked him, not able to stop the urge to ask. “Of course.” “Do you believe in Mate bond?” He stopped abruptly and looked at me. He kept looking at me for a good moment. As if he was trying to read my face. “It's okay if you ……” “I do. It's a sacred bond and very special to me. You may think, I'm a playboy and sleeping around with the girls. Let me tell you a secret today, I'm still a virgin and waiting for my mate.” I stared at him in utter disbelief.

I whispered and was about to faint when Damian grabbed me and carried me straight in. He took me straight to his own room and placed me on his bed. I burst out crying. "No! I didn't even get to see my mom in my entire lifetime and it's all because of Asher's father. I can't believe Dad was going to get me to marry my biggest enemy. Ahhh!!!" "Crying isn't going to do shit for you. Let me know when you are interested in knowing why your mother became a victim of Alpha Richard Blackwood." Damian muttered and left the room.

I use my hand to demonstrate and her jaw drops for the umpteenth time today. "And this big." I add, changing my habd demonstration. "OMG, is he a machine? How can someone be that big?!" Matty screams and I shrug. "I know right. It's always so hard to fit into my mouth and my jaw hurts." I say, using my fingers to rub on my jaw. "You took it in your mouth?" She asks me with wide eyes. "Damn girl. You doing it. You would've thought the goody two shoes prude would be sucking a giant dick one day." She says with a hint of pride in her voice and I roll my eyes.

Ambrose whimpered as Matthew swirled his tongue around the tip. He wrapped his hand in MAtthew's hair and pushed him deeper down his cock. Matthew choked when he felt Ambrose hit the back of his throat but he quickly recovered as he took him deeper. Ambrose's grip on his hair got tighter as he lifted his hips, thrusting into Matthew's mouth. Matthew held onto the chair as Ambrose fucks his mouth. His pace started getting quicker and he covered his mouth to suppress the moan erupting from his throat as he came inside Matthew's mouth.

I was extremely exhausted. I didn't think I'd ever been this exhausted in all my life. Sweat trickled down my face, my whole body was sore and I had not had a single meal since this morning. Although the last part was solely because my stepmother had warned that she she didn't want to catch me 'lazing around'. The inauguration ceremony was tomorrow and the entire pack was getting ready for it. And I mean The. Entire. Pack. It was definitely going to be a grand event. Blue Moon Pack was known for its high reputation as it was the only pack in the whole of Astoria. About a quarter of the other packs in Aregon where going to be in attendance.