Michael Clifford Smut Novels & Stories

Dipping my head, I tongue lightly at her clit, which tastes smoky-salty-sweet. "That gives a new meaning to coq-au-vin," comments Michael. "The coq part will be delivered in due course...." … And I fasten my mouth over her sex, tonguing her out and licking up the mix of wine and juices that coats her skin while she sings and yammers her ecstatic protest. Her clit is hard and erect; hardly surprising really, and I take a few moments to continue the winding circles that Michael started, this time using my tongue, all the time enjoying her....

"Ohh! Shit... ah!" One after the other, I was unable to contain my screams. due to the fact that Clifford didn't hold back either. When he began to move with a shiver, I felt a peculiar sense of pleasure. My last experience with a man was a very long time ago. Clifford pushed me up against the side of the bed when he didn't like how I was sitting and forced me to face the other way. No further time was wasted by him. He quickly entered my tunnel and exited it while pointing his sword at it. He was constantly amazed by what we were doing and never stopped being so. He seems to be very anxious to satiate the cry of the flesh if he touches and presses me to him.

She pushed back hard, grinding against my mouth as I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it mercilessly while my nose nudged her entrance. "Fuck, deeper," she moaned, her thighs quaking. I gripped her hips bruisingly, alternating between lapping her clit and spearing her hole, her juices coating my chin, dripping down my neck. Her wet smacks, and desperate whimpers drove me wild, my cock throbbing untouched as I devoured her. "Damon, I'm gonna come, suck my clit harder!" Her body tensed, ass clenching, and she shattered with a primal scream, flooding my mouth with her release. I drank her down, my tongue continue working overtime to prolong the waves until she collapsed forward.

“Fuck, Ruth… just like that.” The sight of her..kneeling, singlet slipping off one shoulder, cheeks hollowed with effort..nearly undid him. But he wanted more. He lifted her effortlessly, hands under her thighs, setting her on the cool countertop. She gasped at the contrast, legs parting instinctively. Michael dropped to his knees this time, peeling her shorts and panties aside. Her pussy was slick and swollen, glistening with arousal. He buried his face between her thighs, tongue lapping at her folds with long, deliberate strokes. Ruth cried out, back arching as he sucked her clit into his mouth, two fingers sliding inside her tight heat. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained..high, breathy w

So I don’t have any choice but to go there. It’s frustrating how this man compromises someone scheduled just to get what he wants “You asked for a meeting just for this, sir? Are you out of your mind? Some of us has our own errands.” Clifford gave me a half smile when I whispered those, enough for him to hear it, he’s standing beside me because he requested to take a picture of him with us. I can’t with this man! “1… 2… 3… smile!” “I’m sorry for the sudden call, ladies, Sir Clifford just want to have a bonding with you all,”

"He didn't waste time with talk. He just... he drove into me. It hurt for a second, Bridge. Not a bad hurt, but that 'too much' kind of hurt. He stretched me until I thought I’d break. And then he just started hammering. No rhythm, no grace, just raw power. He was marking me. Every shove felt like he was saying 'mine.'" "And you?" Bridget asked, her own breathing sounding shallow. "What did you do?" "I screamed," I said plainly. "I didn't care who heard. I scratched that expensive mahogany desk until my nails hurt. I called him Professor. I think that’s what did it. When I said his title while he was buried inside me, he just snapped. He hit my clit with his hand and kept thrusting until I s