Rio Morales Nsfw Novels & Stories

So when I see him—Moros, the god of doom—I make my move. Moros is a walking horror story. He looks like a sycamore and a steroid junkie had a terrifying love child. His antlers and arms are all twisted tree branches. His face is a skull. His legs are literal tree trunks, roots digging into the ground. He’s like a pissed-off Ent with a gym membership. But roots make you slow. Still, this guy is dangerous. He can warp your mind—show you all the worst endings to your life, make you believe you're somewhere else, with someone else. Sleeping in your bed. Walking into your lover’s arms. Falling off a cliff.

He laid her down on the bed and collided their lips, all the while continuing thrusting his finger inside her. She yelped when he entered his one more digit inside her and turned his movements a little faster. Loud moans escaped from her mouth ,which muffled in his mouth. Isabella was too messed up to describe what she was feeling at that moment, was it hurting or was she getting addicted to that pain he was giving her?

Holding back, I change the tempo until I'm sliding in and out so slowly my dick feels like it's going to explode. Lorena lets out a tiny mewl, her muscles spasming around my cock, and I finally let myself come. By tomorrow she will be Mrs Moravia, she doesn't just know it yet.

Nova snapped. The hacker on the other hand is sweating while looking at the video of Theo and Nina. "Mr. Fisher, I am seeing a video posted by one of the Morrison group employees. They are claiming that Mrs Morrison was with Mr. Morrison at a party last night. And they attached a video to prove their claim. I can clearly see Mr. Morrison in that video. Now the internet is flooded with mixed reactions. Now most of them are expressing doubts that these videos and pictures might be morphed" the Hacker explained.

“Did he talk to you?” He nods, looking from Emma to me, his hand still holding hers. “He seems to be disconnected from my wolf. A being on its own. He introduced himself as Moros.” ‘Yes! Brother is finally here,’ Aamon celebrates in my head, Jax literally rolling his eyes at him. “Well… That’s fucked up, but—” My breath gets stuck in my throat, my sight blackening out. ‘Report!’ a command jolts through me painfully. Jax retreats into the back of my head while Aamon screams bloody murder.

Before I can interrupt his train of thought he continues “During that week before I turned 16 I researched all I could, it wasn’t much but it was enough to survive. During that week I learnt that I am known as a “Ma vista” meaning - with sight - in English. There are only three people in the entire world that can be called this, they have a job and it is to rid the world of these monstrous beasts before they over whelm the world and take over. Many people think 1 of the 3 people that posses this power use it to help the beasts. Right now I am chasing this person but I never knew I would run into the other Ma vista today.” He stops waiting for me to figure it out but I already had reached thi

“Hey, sweetheart. Mommy and Daddy are sleeping. Come on, let’s get you back to bed. I’ll sit with you till the dream goes away, okay?” Daenerys’s voice grew fainter. “Okay, Uncle Kelly.” The footsteps retreated. Morris exhaled roughly, hands sliding up my back. “That was close.” I leaned down, kissed him hard. “Then make me forget it.” He flipped us in one smooth motion, settling between my thighs again. This time he didn’t go slow. He hooked my legs over his elbows, spread me wide, and drove in deep—hard, relentless strokes that punched the air out of my lungs. I grabbed the headboard, knuckles white, moaning his name every time he bottomed out.

The chat explodes, 73 fire emojis in ten seconds. Next is Mr. Delgado, Spanish teacher from the high school, whispering “puta sucia” while he rails me missionary-style, hips snapping so hard the table scoots an inch across the floor. He comes with his thumb on my clit and I squirt all over his khakis. Two. By the tenth guy I stop counting names. Just dicks and loads and the wet slap of skin on skin. Somebody’s phone flashlight is pointed right at my pussy so the livestream can see every rope paint me white inside. The comments are pure poetry:

“Please, please…. I swear I won’t say anything, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go….” He bent down in front of her, bringing himself to her level. His eyes were still pale. Still cold. But now there was something else in them. Curiosity. Hunger. “What’s your name?” he asked. His voice was like the calm before a storm, deep, low, but commanding. She pressed herself harder against the wall, as if she could disappear into it. “I said, what’s your name?” “M-Mireya,” she stammered. He smiled. Not kind. Not warm. Just satisfied.

"Is for messing with me in the study the other day" Sergio kept his thrusts hard and fast, her screams sounding like music to his ears. When he finally came, he groaned and shook powerfully, his org@sm sweeping over him in a tidal wave. One he hadn't experienced before. Rosana fell heavily on the bed, her limbs heavy. Even without a release, she felt satisfied and relaxed. That was the best s*x she ever had, minus the org@sm denial. "Now, the punishment," Sergio announced and grabbed her hair. Her eyes widened as she turned to stare at him in shock. What other punishment? She had not even regained herself.