Novel & Cerita Rough Sex

the handsome, mysterious guy asked, standing with my clothes in his hands. “Yes, you can start by telling me what your name is, and who you are?” I grab my clothes out of his hands, standing only in my bra. “Do you mind?” I showed my hand for him to turn away so I could get dressed. “Love? I’ve seen it all. No need to be shy,” he grins. I felt like I could punch him, but my body was in too much pain, and I don’t even know how to throw a punch, so I kept quiet while he turned around for me to get dressed.

I pinched my nipples, spreading my legs apart for him, my pussy pulsed as I watched Hunt stroke his big cock. "Fuck me hard," I instructed him and he did just that as he plunged deep inside of me. This wasn't slow love-making like the other night. This was dark and animalistic. He grunted and I moaned. I scraped my nails across his back as he trusted deep inside of my wet pussy, the only sounds filling the room were our bodies slapping against each other and our ragged breaths.

Weird. "Why are you in my territory rogue?". Straight to the point I see. "I came to look for you my handsome prince of darkness. " I said wiggling my brows and winking at him. He looks bewildered and is he... blushing? Oh Sexay! Well damn.

I sighed. By taking their own time, my eyes traveled to his face. This man was a statue in blue and white, hewn from rugged granite and adolescent dreams. To be honest, his face wasn't handsome, his nose was thin and crooked, his eyes heavy-lidded, his cheekbones broad, stark, and hollowed. But he wielded a quality of power, of toughness and that was making me curious to know about him. "Who is he?" I asked Krish who was equally shocked standing there.

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

"You'd have hated me if we had rough sex, Iris." "But this was also rough." I said as I glided the soapy liquid over my arm. "You manhandled me." "That's first degree roughness." "So what's it not? Rough?" "People don't count it as that," He said with a shrug and crossed one long, powerful leg over the other. "You really handled it well. I look forward to unleashing your beast next time." "My beast?" I asked with a frown. "I think we already did that. You had your cock in my mouth from the edge of the fucking table. You didn't stop even when tears started to slip from my eyes."

His cock is glorious! Just like him, it's larger than life, so perfectly formed, steel like, He watches my throat roll slowly. I know It's going to hurt If he fucks me like he just kissed me, he's going to rip me in two. I shake my head to argue, but no words leave my mouth. Maybe I do want him rough like that!

The fast hard rough movements of his mate caused his little head to go blank, and he only knew the pleasure rolling through his body with each thrust into his prostate. The sensation was unlike anything River had ever felt, and sweat beads rolled down his beautiful tanned skin as his hard cock bounced with each thrust. River was a sight to see. His skin was so perfect, flawless, smooth, tan, and glistening with sweat. He had curves in all the right places, very much like a female. His hips were wide, his ass was round and his lips were plump. His hair that Brian couldn't figure out if it was wavy, or curly clung to his face, wet from sweat. He was a beautiful disaster!

I just kept going until I felt as if I would bleed. Movement caught my eyes. Alpha Logan pulled out a wrapped toothbrush from one of the drawers and left it on the counter before he walked out of the bathroom. I could finally breathe. I went back to washing. My armpits were scrubbed with no remorse. My pussy was cleaned so hard along with my ass and crack. There was no part left untouched. I needed to prove I was not a disgusting being.

Noni sobbed from prostate overload, cock twitching untouched. Their bodies were marked, bruises blooming on hips, bite marks on shoulders, cum and squirt pooling on the floor. The air reeked of musk, sweat, and sex, thick and heady. Zeke's growls dominated: “Deeper, you whores. Take it all. You're mine.”