Red Lips Sipping On A White Claw Novels & Stories

"Even better. Get even wetter knowing that someone could catch us making this dirty phone call." Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth and I lost it. "Touch yourself, love. Now." Clara's hand slowly disappeared under her and she adjusted her camera so I could see up to the little pubic hairs on her pussy. I exhaled a sharp breath, clenching my fists as I heard the first wet rub. "Hear that?" Her voice was raspy, short. I could only give a painful nod. Needed a flight to Bora Bora right fucking now.

I was either doomed or really saved. The strange man didn't have a single bloodstain on him. Not even a bruise. He looked like perfection as he bent towards me, and unbuckled the straps on my wrists and ankle. “Did he cut you?" My lips were trembling. I was too shocked— too shocked to say a word. Or to even shake my head. “He did." He cussed under his breath as he noticed the small cut on my skin. He was a wolf… a special one. I could discern wolf species.

My class instantly rip open her bra's. She laugh happily. Her multi sized watermelon equal firm standing tits finally opens and ajar to my lips. They dangle before my sex craving and salivating lips. She giggle over my h**ny expression. Her serpent like lenthy tongue rolls and rotates sexual alluringly within her mother. Such seductive royal slut she is. *** Location: red blood pack Caroline's POV. I gasp. My lips refuse closure. They maintain their frozen shocked circle like expression. Well, am the only surprised and amused figure within the room.

I cupped her jaw loving how she fluttered opened her eyes. "Shouldn’t be doing this?" I whispered with a cruel smile, watching her knuckles turn white as her fingers dug into the sheets, clutching at something to keep her grounded. "Yet here you are, sweetheart. Giving in. Your body knows what it craves, even if your pride refuses to admit it."

Chad’s POV The White Claw Pack smelled like rain, old leather, and memory. Every breeze through the pines carried a sliver of the past—laughter in the courtyard, the sharp sting of battle, whispers at graves. Bella drew a slow, reverent breath beside me; her fingers found mine without looking. I let her have that moment. She needed it. They all did.

He places his thumb on his mouth before his tongue darts from his slightly pink lips and laps up the crimson blood staining the tip as if it were melted ice cream. Crazy f*ck.

The laughter across the hall gnawed at me. It was bright, almost shrill, a sound that felt designed to slice through the quiet churn of my thoughts. Daemon leaned down toward the black-haired she-wolf, his lips close to her ear, and she tilted her head back, smiling wide enough to show every tooth. My jaw clenched before I realized it. “Your drink, my lady.” Clara’s voice drew me back. She handed me a glass, the red liquid sloshing just shy of the rim. Wine, rich and thick, smelling faintly of spice and oak. I took it, hoping it might settle the twisting in my stomach.

I had unknowingly closed my eyes. But when I opened them, the two alphas were face to face. He was foaming at the mouth as he banged against the glass, ramming it with his whole body as it shook. Dr. Dawson smirked. He taped the glass with a mocking expression. As the specimen had nothing he could think of doing for more intimidation. He started to pace back and forth, staring Dr. Dawson down, growling at him and baring his teeth.

Maybe it was the raw sex appeal that every werewolf was simply born with. The man gave her a drunken smile in response, but Clayton saw her eyes as they lingered on him, hovering over his lips as her tongue slipped out and absentmindedly licked her own before biting her bottom lip and tearing her gaze away as her cheeks flushed slightly. He smirked, enjoying the way she looked at him, knowing that she wanted him. "What was that?" she asked, trying to distract herself as she settled back into her seat and pointed at the now empty shot glasses on the table. "Stroh rum," Clayton replied as the drunk man was explaining something to Matt. "Good grief! Are you guys trying to die tonight?" Camden a

A string of white followed me out until it snapped and fell across her chin. "C'mon, open up, let's see," I said as I pulled her chin up to face me. She opened her mouth, revealing a web of jizz. "Mmmmmm, that's fuckin' hot. Good girl! Okay, you can swallow your treat." Her eyes twinkled at my approval. She closed her mouth, took a big gulp, and opened her mouth again. Her tongue had gone from a sexy shade of milky white to a sexy shade of red.