Michael Afton Nsfw Novels & Stories

In the mirror I see Michael, sipping wine, watching silently through hooded eyes. His pupils are wide and dark, black against the halo of his golden hair. His gaze locks with mine as the flogger comes down again, lashing across a creamy buttock. The skin feels hot under the kiss of the leather, flushing red in a wide stripe. My pussy is flooding with a scalding fluid, trickling down over my pulsing clit, a mixture of my own juices and Michael´s cum.

“My mother was the real leader. Not Damien’s father. Not Adrian. Not anyone else.” Elara felt the ground tilt beneath her. Lucian exhaled, voice shaking: “Elara… the most dangerous Hale of all… is my mother.”

When I'm working as a deliveryman, I receive a delivery order from a hotel. As I look at the bag of adult toys in my hand, I can't help but snicker knowingly. "Youngsters nowadays sure are wild in bed." The moment I open the hotel room door and see my girlfriend, Natalie Brooks, I feel as though all color has been drained from my face. Natalie's work junior, Brandon Clark, laughs arrogantly in my face with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. "How did that broke bastard track us down?" Natalie just frowns at me in displeasure. "Brandon helped me secure many projects at work. His only wish is that he gets to spend a night with a woman. "This is nothing but physical collision between

Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

He was audacious, posted photos in incredible places, showing riches and more riches. “Louvre Museum... Um?” drank more tea, crossing his legs, “France...” She passed a few more photos and found a somewhat flashy one, where Castiel was sitting in an armchair in front of a mirror where he took the photo by the reflection, on his side a large black Pitbull, one of his legs was on one of the arms of the seat, was a shirtless and displayed his numerous tattoos scattered throughout his abdomen worked with muscles. He spent a few more hours and finally thought it was good, went to his sister's room checking the silence caused by the headphones while reading a book, signaled with his arms to get th

Z’s name appears on my screen. “hey Love whats up” “Coming over, you home” “….I am home, in the tub….how long before you get here” “Pictures or it didn’t happen…😉” Wait, what?! That was flirty, Z doesn’t do flirty. How do I respond to this? How do I want to respond to this? Think Ashton don’t make it awkward! I snap a picture of my legs that are now rest on the side of the tub and hit send. Shit, shit, shit, How is he going to respond. That picture seemed safe enough. Just as my picture shows sent I get the next text.

“Your mom is ridiculously hot, dude!” My cheeks felt even hotter. I slammed my locker shut and started walking away from Mike. “I don’t know what you’re talking about man,” I said. “I have to get going.” “Oh come on, you’ve heard us talk about her before!” Mike followed after me, walking down the quickly emptying hallway at my side. “It’s nothing personal, man, I’m just saying, well, she’s a total MILF.” “Dude, just leave it,” I replied. It was hard for me to listen to what he was saying without getting even more excited. She was waiting for me back home, the same woman that was the masturbatory fantasy of Mike and so many of the rest of my male friends.

And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl. My hand slumped away in exhaustion….and my face? I couldn’t help the tiny grin that spread across it. That was….it was good. But here’s the thing about post nut clarity, it snaps you back to reality at once. And my reality was, I had a fiancé waiting for me at our launch table. Oh No!! The guilt hit me as I scrambled to fix my clothes properly before bolting out of the stall. Who the hell abandons their fiancée to masturbate in a public restroom?

She closed her eyes and let her whole body feel while she reached the orgasm, She held onto the bed and sank her fingers into it. A spring of cum shot out of her, although he was thrusting into her very fast and aggressively. Again and again, he pounded into her aggressively, filling her up completely and tearing her apart. After so many minutes of intense fucking, Michael pulled out of her, his release splashing on her chest. His rugged breath filled the room and she panted so heavily. June lay on the bed, naked, wet, and sore. Michael stahom was a very dangerous man and she wondered if she could keep up with him.

Oh, and this is what the second one looks like from behind. "What the hell," Michael groaned under his breath, standing abruptly. He left without another word, silencing the presentation. I'm too fucking aroused to care about the people in here. Fuck, she looks sexy. How dare she call that simple when it's on her body? I scrolled shamelessly to the bottom of the message, and my eyes widened. Fucking hell, is that a butt plug she has on? "S-Sir?" My head snapped up so quickly that I almost got whiplash.