Novel & Cerita Raunchy Romance

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Fifteen 🦋 My eye were close shut but after I didn't get any kiss from him, I open my eye and saw him staring at him. "What were you thinking" he use his finger to wipe the ice cream on my lips and lick it before he poke my nose making me squeak. "That hurt" I said rubbing my nose. "You are really dirty minded" he teased and I roll my eye and step away from him angrily. "Don't be mad at me you, weren't actually expecting me to kiss you"a smirk form on his lips and I knew he was playing me.

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A red head taunted, her hips bouncing on her date's fingers. "Listen to her pussy slurp." Lila chimed in, laughing breathlessly. "It sounds so wet, she's gonna give the cleaners lots of work when they mop the floor." "You're such a needy whore." Tara added, rolling her own nipples through her blouse. "I bet you're dying to squirt all over his hand." Their words fueled the fire in me. My spit soaked tits flopping all over the place, his fingers hitting my spot so fucking good. Alessandro's free hand snakes up, twisting my nipple till I cried out. "Please, A." I begged, stroking his meaty pipe faster, precum slicking up my fingers.

Do not get jealous, idiot. “I’m going to take him into the corner and give him a little somethin’- somethin’,” the lovestruck girl says. Roxanne. I hate that name. I’m going to end this now. I’m going to go out there and tell her all about herself and explain how my Mick wants nothing to do with her and how she doesn’t have a single chance in hell at getting him into any dark corners. He’s mine, mine, all mine and nobody else’s.

I grouse. The back door suddenly opened and...what? Oh my gee! Gentle Aura!!! Are you...Are you kidding me? I flinched and moved backwards. My second super crush after Ryan - young and charming. Am I dreaming? He was standing in front of me. "Hey, were you hurt?" He asked in the mildest tone ever. Hold on, I thought he was grumpy? I bent my head, unable to look at him. The fragrance around him was sweet. He was dripping in gold.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

He growled his approval and lifted my body effortlessly onto the small table at a corner of the dim room. My dress hiked up to expose my thick thighs beneath them. And he stepped between them, his hardness pressing against my core through his pants. I gasped at the contact, grinding against him instinctively, the friction sending sparks through me. His fingers hooked my panties, sliding them down slowly, exposing me. Vulnerability hit hard—nerves twisting in my gut, wondering if he would see just how new this was to me. But the want overpowered it, and that deep ache begging for more.

“Whatever. Just don’t ruin the movie.” The film starts. Some cheesy romantic comedy she picked. I lean back against Roman’s chest, my head resting near his shoulder. His body is rock hard with tension. I can feel his heart beating faster against my back. I start moving slowly. A small roll of my hips, like I’m just adjusting. My bare pussy slides along the thick outline of his cock through his shorts. I’m already wet. The friction makes me bite my lip as heat spreads through me. Roman’s fingers tighten on my hips—a warning.

Without hesitation, I slipped my hand under his casual white shirt, found the peak of his chest, and pinched it with a little naughty pressure. “Ah.” Instantly, he groaned, his throat aching. He broke our brutal kiss unilaterally. His breath hitched against my face. He grinned widely, staring at me with dark, sinful eyes. “You have very naughty hands, Al,” he whispered, his voice vibrating the air between us. I smiled, challenging his gaze. “Still not as naughty as yours, Mister. Angh!” My moan escaped unchecked. Ronan's long, calloused fingers moved increasingly brazenly down there, pressing and teasing my most sensitive spot through the protective layer of fabric.

A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."