Queen Candy Kane Nude Novels & Stories

She locked the door behind her and grinned when she saw me on my knees with my tongue up Kane’s ass. “So this is the campus cock everyone’s talking about,” Reyes said, already unzipping her jeans. “Let’s see if he’s worth the hype.” They made me strip completely. Then both women got naked. Kane pushed me onto my back on the couch in her office. “Eat her ass while I ride you,” she ordered. Reyes straddled my face, lowering her thick ass right on my mouth. I licked and sucked her sweaty asshole while Ms. Kane climbed on my cock reverse cowgirl, sinking down hard. She started bouncing, choking me with one hand while Reyes ground her ass on my tongue.

Her blond hair were askew and she was bare feet. Kane felt his ears turn red. “I was just…” “Come-on in. Let’s have a drink” She said grabbing his arms and tugging him inside. She banged the door shut and went into the kitchen. Kane slumped on the living room couch. The ariel was turned on and a woman in purple headdress and black robes was twerking to a fast conga beat. Che walked in a second later with two steaming mugs that had an aroma of what Kane’s grandfather called cinnamon.

Koa popped up in my head. “I think so.” I smirked knowing very damn well what she was about to do. I felt Koa coming forward but not enough to force the shift. “Boy, you just fucked up. Life lesson 867, never NEVER wake a sleeping female darling.” I felt a smirk forming on my lips before Koa let out a growl with such authority that had Koda covering his ears and fighting the royal command. After about a minute, he finally knelt on one knee and bared his neck in submission. I could see the anger in his eye building more and more each second.

It made Kane smile more than he expected. Her red hair, still slightly damp from her shower, fell in loose waves around her delicate face. The oversized white t shirt she wore, his shirt, slipped off one shoulder, revealing pale freckled skin along her collarbone. Kane stood across the room, flipping another pancake onto a plate with easy precision. He wore nothing but grey sweatpants, his muscles shifting with each movement, calm and controlled. Mona blinked suddenly, realizing she had been staring. "Wow... you're so good at that?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

And he restrains more. “Fuck. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to us right now, Queenie?” Klaus murmured, his voice rough as if the word had been dragged from the depths of his chest. I smiled slow and deliberate letting the robe slip just slightly off my shoulders. “Isn’t it obvious?” Kane was on his feet in an instant, his movements predatory his eyes glowing a molten silver as his wolf pushed forward. His eyes roamed down my breasts then back up to their pendant that I decided to wear instead of the other one. They darker.

Kiana watches her, a small smile resting on her lips. There is something comforting about this. The movement. The voices. The certainty that everything is coming together. “Do you like it?” the Queen asks suddenly, turning back to her. Kiana blinks, then looks down at herself. At the fabric. At the details. At the care woven into every thread. “Yes,” she says softly. Then, with more certainty, “I love it.” The Queen’s expression softens. “Good,” she says. “It should be worthy of you.”

She was feeling refreshed after spending a week on a tranquil beach with the man he loved so dearly. She just took a shower and was putting on her uniform. She went in front of a little mirror that she mounted on her dusty wall. She combed her hair and put a little tint on her lips. “I don’t need make-up. I am beautiful the way I am,” she uttered to herself while staring at the mirror. “You are a beauty queen you know!” Indeed, Laura was a queen in their small town. Before she entered college, she was hailed the most beautiful woman in the municipality of Pakil in Laguna, Philippines.

Cum had dried in flaky patterns on my skin, and fresh loads still leaked slowly from my swollen holes onto the black silk sheets. Kane stood at the foot of the bed, watching me. He was naked, his powerful 6’6” frame illuminated by the firelight. Every muscle was carved like stone, covered in dark tattoos that seemed to shift with the flames. His cock hung heavy and thick between his legs, already half-hard again. His dark eyes burned with that primal intensity that made my stomach twist with both fear and desperate need.

Kane’s eyes darkened at the sight of the wet spot already forming. "Look at that," he murmured. "Already soaking through your panties. Such a needy little wife." He slowly peeled her panties down her legs, exposing her glistening pussy. Sophia whimpered in embarrassment and arousal. "So pretty and pink," he said, voice thick. "And completely neglected. How long has it been since someone properly touched this cunt?" "Too long," She whispered, ashamed. Dr. Kane ran a finger slowly up her slit, collecting her wetness. He brought it to his mouth and tasted her.

“If you’re embarrassed about it, I know an old doctor. He can do the needlework on my behalf.” The one Kayson referred to was none other than Zachary. “I-It’s okay…” Queenie was still scarlet. She recomposed herself swiftly and asked barely above a whisper, “C-Can you turn around first… and turn back when I ask you to?” “Sure.” Kayson nodded and turned around. Queenie took a deep breath and repeated in her mind, ‘He’s a doctor! He’s a doctor! He’s a doctor! It’s fine!’ She then took off her clothes, left her bra and underwear on, and lay down on the couch.