Multi Orgasmic Mary Novels & Stories

That was all it took. Kristen’s body convulsed with pleasure, her cries loud and raw. Her legs shook, her breathing came in fast gasps, but Carlo wasn’t finished. He turned her around and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed. The second her back hit the sheets, he slid back inside her—hard. “Oh my god… yes,” she screamed, digging her nails into his back. Carlo moved faster, deeper. He buried his face in her neck, his thrusts rough and wild. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her body trembling from the second orgasm building fast.

"Ms. Larson! Is the marriage certificate you posted online real? Did you leave the entertainment industry back then because you found true love?" I quickly unlocked my phone, only to see that viral news headlines had taken over the Internet. "Myra Larson and George Pearce." "Myra Larson Posts Marriage Certificate." "George Pearce: My Secret Love of Five Years Can Finally Be Revealed to the World." I clicked on one post. The first image was the very marriage certificate Myra had sent me, captioned, "That's right. We've been married for five years." The comments section exploded. "Oh! I knew our goddess didn't quit the entertainment industry just to dodge Rachel Miller's scandal."

He scanned me from head to toe, finally letting out a sigh of relief once he saw I was intact. As an Omega, my health had always been fragile. Every time I got sick, Mason would stay up through the night to watch over me. I did not expect him to come back this time. I took a sip of water to steady myself, hiding my nerves. I could not let him find out I was pregnant. "Did you not see the call log? I called you more than ten times. You never answered. The last one was picked up by Eira. She said you–"

He curled them gently, stroking a spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Oh… Silas…” I whimpered, clutching his shoulders. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice rough. “Ride my fingers, Mary. Take what you need.” I began to move, rocking my hips in shallow thrusts while he pumped his fingers in and out of my tight heat. Wet sounds filled the alcove as my breasts bounced with every movement, my nipples glistening from his mouth. Silas kept sucking and licking them, driving me higher. When his thumb found my swollen clit and circled it firmly, I shattered. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers as a powerful orgasm tore through me making me cry out, my body shaking and my jui

He thought she'll dissent but to his surprise, she got on her knees, leaned in closer, and swollen it whole. “Damn you Mary” he grunted pleasurably—her lips were f***** warm. She galloped, sucked, and twirled her tongue around his shaft like an expert. Even when he ejaculated, she took in every ounce of his seeds. He was barely recovering from that intense blow job when she pushed him to lie down on the bed. He's spent but can go for another round. Mary, without bothering to utter a word, got on top of him. She guided herself into his shaft again. He laid back and watched the sit smilingly—never would he have guessed Mary; the betrayer of the Crescent Moon Pack could ride him.

Grinning at him, Mary couldn't take it any longer, and she exploded into the most powerful orgasm of her life, screaming into the night. Nicholas fucked her for what felt like forever as Mary felt like she was entering heaven, and just as she was about to be pushed too far, his cock was throbbing deep inside her. He planted his dick fully and deeply into her pussy, his thrust becoming jerky as he sprayed her pussy with his warm cum. The powerful throbbing was nearly as delicious as his thrusts, and Mary moaned as yet another mini-orgasm racked through her body.

She rеlеаѕеd a flооd оf juісеѕ, and bеtwееn gasps screamed out, "Yеѕ! ... Fuсk!... Yes! Oh Yеѕѕѕ!" Mаrіа'ѕ hіgh іntеnѕіtу оrgаѕm seemed tо go оn fоrеvеr. I wаѕ beginning tо gеt jеаlоuѕ, аnd mу tongue wаѕ ѕtаrtіng tо fatigue whеn hеr gаѕрѕ аnd соnvulѕіоnѕ finally ѕtаrtеd to subside. I ѕlоwеd mу movements to match thе descent of hеr оrgаѕm. Stіll wоrkіng hеr сlіt and рuѕѕу with my tongue, I ѕtrеtсhеd mу hands uр to massage аnd са rеѕѕ hеr brеаѕtѕ. When I gеntlу ріnсhеd hеr nipples, hеr orgasm ramped bасk uр. Shе grаbbеd mу head аnd mashed іt into hеr рuѕѕу. At thе ѕаmе tіmе ѕhе thruѕt her hірѕ up, fucking mу fасе. I loved hеаrіng hеr, "Oh уеѕ, Cаrl! ... Fuck уеаh, Cаrl!" but I wаѕ hаvіng a bіt

“This isn’t just sex for me anymore. Hasn’t been since the first night.” Mary’s breath caught, tears pricking unexpectedly at the corners of her eyes. “Me neither,” she confessed, voice trembling. “I’m falling so hard, John.” He kissed her then, soft and long, hips never stopping their steady rhythm. The orgasm that followed wasn’t explosive; it was tidal. A slow, powerful swell that lifted them both, rolled through them in long, shuddering waves. Mary clung to him, whispering his name like a prayer. John buried his face in her neck and came with her, pulsing deep, holding her like she was the only solid thing in the world.

Through gritted teeth, she spat, "You want a divorce? Over my dead body!" I caught her wrist mid-swing and flung her hand away, letting out a scornful laugh. "How dare you raise your hand at me, Winona? You're quite something now, aren't you? Why don't you find out what your precious, innocent Hendrick gets up to when you're not around?" I pulled out my phone and played a recording. Hendrick's smug, lecherous voice filled the room. "She'd rather enjoy my fake junk that's been enhanced nine times over than ever touch your real thing even once…"

“That’s right. Cum for the enemy on God’s altar, you filthy widow.” He grabbed her long auburn hair like reins and rode her until he couldn’t hold back. With a deep grunt he buried himself as far as he could and unloaded inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb. He stayed deep, making sure it took, grinding slowly while he emptied every drop. When he finally pulled out, his cum leaked from her used pussy onto the altar cloth, dripping down in thick white strands. Mary collapsed on the altar, naked, marked, broken. She curled into herself, whispering prayers between sobs, rocking slowly.