Monica Potter Sexy Novels & Stories

Next she took one hand off the wall and quietly slipped it between her legs, then tickled me where the hilt met my sack. "Oh… Uh- No, that's not good…" I muttered, desperate to sound normal. Stop talking and *leave!* Monica's touch was driving me wild. The whole scenario was so twisted that I couldn't even wrap my head around it. The longer it went on, the more fucked up it was… The hotter I got. Am I actually going to…? "She wasn't so bad to have around, was she?" Vicky inquired. Monica gave me a devilish smile and seductively nodded. She deftly jerked her hips in a quick rhythm, raked her nails lightly across my thigh, and silently blew me a kiss. This isn't happening…

I looked over at Claire and saw the pain in her eyes, but I kept walking. I took Monica to an empty classroom and locked the door. Monica began kissing me, and I felt like it was burning my skin painfully. I tried to ignore the feeling as she unzipped my pants. She removed my pants, got on her knees, and began messaging my cock with her hand. Then she started sucking my cock, but it wouldn't get hard; I didn't feel any pleasure, only disgust for letting another she-wolve touch me that wasn't my Mate. "Monica, stop," I growled, and she got up off the floor

She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world. Phillip wasn’t scandalized in the slightest. Monica May had always radiated raw sex appeal, no matter how prim and professional she tried to appear. This wasn’t the first time she’d turned him on. He had often stolen glances at her in those tight dresses she concealed beneath oversized jackets, imagining what lay beneath. He would deliberately overload her with paperwork just to watch her get flustered and eventually shrug off the layers, revealing more of those incredible curves. He stood there, mesmerized, his own arousal growing hotter by the second.

“Ahhh! Ahhh…Ahhh!” Monica’s cries filled my ears as her voice got louder than before. My eyes were glued to the unexpected scene of Monica bent over her desk with the skirt of her dress lifted up to expose her lower body. Behind her, Mister Helkins had his hands on her naked hips as he thrusted his hips against her while Monica continued to cry out loudly. What is going on here…?

“This is what a real woman feels like. Not that tight little college pussy you’ve been settling for. Say it.” “You feel so much better,” I gasped, hands gripping her ass. “So fucking good—” She laughed darkly, grinding her clit against me with every thrust. “Emily could never take you like this. She’s just a girl playing house. I’m the one who owns this cock now.” Monica rode me mercilessly, then spun around into reverse cowgirl so I could watch her thick ass bounce. The wet sounds of her pussy devouring my bare cock filled the room. She reached back and spread herself wider, giving me a filthy view.

I shift and slowly approach her. "Monica," I say softly. She doesn't move. "Please, Monica, let me explain," I say, kneeling beside her. "Explain what? That finger fucking multiple women isn't sex. That letting those women touch you in only the way your mate should isn't sex. How about the bitch in the alley that says she's your mate? Which of those would you like to explain to me? Right now, I want to tell you to take your fucking stallion ass out of here because I deserve better." She wipes her face but doesn't look at me.

"And such an eager little girl. I'm going to enjoy this." Chelsea felt his hands back on her hips and then the tip of his massive cock at her entrance. Monica broke the kiss and started sucking on one of her tits as Josh slammed into Chelsea's pussy with one thrust, driving balls deep into her as she cried out, a cry that bounced off the wall in front of her and almost drowned out the rest of the sex noises in the room. Josh slid his long shaft back out and then pounded back into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he drove in and out. Harder. Faster. She moaned, whimpering her pleasure as Monica slid a hand down in front of her to rub her clit. "That's it," Monica said into her ear. "

My hands grabbed her hips, and her protest turned into a long, sexy moan as I started guiding her up and down on my dick. "Ohhh, Monica," I groaned. "You look so sexy. I just can't resist your sweet little pussy when you're not wearing any underwear. Mmm, yeah, that feels so good." "Oh!" she gasped. "Oh, God, you feel even bigger than last time! OH! Fuck! I'm coming already!"

Monica clawed at his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist as if she could hold herself together that way. Each touch pushed a cry from her lips. Spencer held her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “You’re mine, Monica. Say it.” She blinked up at him, pupils blown wide. “I… I can’t…” He flicked harder, the pleasure deeper. Her head dropped back with a gasp. “Say it.” Her body trembled beneath him. “I’m yours,” she whispered. And that was all he needed. Monica couldn’t believe sex could make her feel so slutty. Her body trembled as she gripped his arms, shaking violently. Shame crept in—again. The second time. And she tried to pull away.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”