Natalya Neidhart Sexy Novels & Stories

“Listen, you fat bitch—” “Damn, Mia. You got jokes this year.” That low confident voice came from behind me—and I felt made my stomach immediately flip even though I hated that it did. Ethan Cole. If Kathleen is the reason I hate school, Ethan's the reason I hate life entirely. He's the gorgeous captain of the hockey team. Six-foot-two of muscle and perfect cheekbones. He absolutely loves making my life trash. And... he's my neighbor. He sauntered up beside Kathleen, and gave me a slow once-over that felt worse than any insult she’d thrown.

Everything is done. No one knows this secret of mine. I have a deep secret: I am addicted to sex to the point that I cannot even sleep without releasing my liquid. The perfect model is none other than Celestine. I found in her everything I sought in different women. She is the only one who drove me this mad and obsessed. It might be difficult because I know there will be no love in return from her. It would be one-sided love. But I don’t fucking care about that so-called “love.” I need her and I need her body. That’s all. I was about to board the chopper when I saw someone.

“Inside. Now.” I followed her into the bedroom. She stripped me slowly, her hands lingering on every inch of skin. When I was naked, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, straddling my hips. She sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch of me into her tight heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. Elena rode me with slow, rolling hips. Her moans filled the room, low and throaty. “Ahh… yes, fuck… your cock feels sooo fucking deep Alpha.”

Her eyes dilate again as she stands, walking seductively over to the bench. As I watch her, I wonder where the timid, nerdy girl that I first met all those years ago went. She’s a fucking vixen now. A pure goddess and I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her. It’s funny how hatred can do that to someone. Natalya lies down on her back, legs spread wide for me and her dress hitched up to her waist. I step out of my pants and boxers, which are around my ankles, and walk toward her, fisting my cock in my hands. “You are so fucking sexy, nena,” I murmur, noticing the way her cheeks redden at my compliment.

Natalia says as tears start to move down her face. “Well, that can still be arranged.” Noah goes to her and holds her chin, wiping her tears off. Then he pulls the strap of the material covering her bosoms. “You know what I like, Natalia. Would you, please?” He asks, giving her a sweet smile. Natalia nods gently. Noah had a fetish for well worn clothes and rough sex. Natalia did not enjoy any of that as it all felt demeaning to her. Walking away gently, she changes her apparel and goes back to the living room, where Noah lay on the sofa, waiting.

"Hah! Those pretty little decorations who can't do anything but moan? My darling wouldn't waste his time on them. Besides, what do you think they can offer better than me? I know all the tricks to make him feel like he's floating on air." Dylan's face darkened. He could not deny it—Natasha really did have a reputation for mastery in sex acts. Sure, modern trends like yoga pants, tight jeans, schoolgirl outfits, and fishnet stockings had their appeal. However, none of that could rival the raw allure and expertise of a woman like Natasha. He chuckled dryly. "No doubt about it—You're a man-eating enchantress. But the problem is, you need a willing victim first, right? Seems like Mr. Lloyd isn't

‘’She can’t leave the kids. I nodded. One of the girls sitting next to him was making eye contact with me while she ran her fingers playfully around Nile’s neck and chest. Sometimes, her fingers moved dangerously close to his crotch and then she’d stick out her tongue to make licking movements and then wink at me. She was voluptuous and sexy and she reminded me a little of the German lady I had seen with dad. ‘’Did you ever hear of Natalya?’’ I asked, watching the girl. ‘’The German girl?’’

Fuuuuuuuuck. I struggle to calm my jets, adjust my pants and pull her jacket up her arms before she has any clue that I have a massive boner, because right now, she looks like the best kind of sin and I have to stop my head from putting her over the couch and doing things to her I haven’t gotten to do to any woman in years. Natasha is a bed only, missionary, and on a weekend kind of deal. Man, I fucking miss fucking so bad.

Nita had to count to ten backward and forward before she did something she’d never done and attacked a man. It didn’t matter that he was taller, bigger and tougher. That scruffy beard, those sexy hazel eyes and that gorgeous smile was going to push her to a new level of desperation. She’d claimed that her cousin Tally was the one who needed to get laid, but clearly she was past due in the sex department. The last time she’d had sex had been so long ago her vagina probably had a vacancy sign with full blown neon lights down there.

Dylan uttered. "Stop talking about her and take this off" Natalia said desperately and moved closer to unbutton his shirt. He allowed her to completely undress him and he laid down on the bed with his manhood erect and hard. Natalia slowly climbed on him facing backwards, she raised her butt up and gently put his cock into her vagina, her walls quickly adjusted to his size and fit perfectly inside her. She held onto his thighs before moving Dylan stared at her back that faced him and he drew invisible lines on it. He grunted when she started riding his cock into her, her hips swayed as she increased her pace.