Novel & Cerita Rough Sex

As a result, the video was trending by the time I woke up the next day—"Shocking Leak: Revelation Corp Caught Ruthlessly Exploiting Workers in Bombshell Video!" The atmosphere in the company was so tense that one could cut it with a knife. Connor was hopping mad and had called for an emergency meeting.

I turn around and crawl my soft palms on his stubbled cheeks, the roughness in his masculinity was sending inflamed vibrations under my soft skin. "Aren't you asleep Sweet cakes?" He asks me in his rasped salacious tone. I shook my head and holding his cheek I start raining kisses on his face. My feelings go more aroused as my soft cheeks make contact with his coarse facial skin. The roughness of his male flavors stimulated an insatiable fire in me. My lips brush the corner of his rims. Our heart beats danced in a rhythm as our bodies grew closer. I swipe my body on top of him, slowly and sensually quenching my prurience against him.

​The heavy front door unlocked with a loud, mechanical thud, swinging inward on its heavy iron hinges. ​Julian stepped across the threshold. ​He looked like a man who had pulled himself out of the deep earth. The bottom half of his dark tactical trousers was caked in black alpine mud, his heavy combat boots leaving damp, dark prints on the pristine cedar floorboards. His cheek was smeared with a mixture of soot and dried pine sap, and a thin, crimson line of blood had dried along his jaw where a branch had whipped him during the sprint through Sector 2.

I was too hot and bothered by the dripping between my legs to get my brain to form a word and direct it to my tongue. “It means,” he continued when he got no response, “that I fuck rough and hard. I don’t do vanilla sex. No cutesy shit. No romantic stuff. I go raw and dirty.” He held my face now as though he was trying to get me to understand his words and know what I was putting myself into. But I was already gone to turn back. Not with the way my body responded to his touch. “Say something, Mara.” He was cupping my chin now, and it was getting firmer.

The sound was so dirty, wet, and obscene as his sweat and precum mixed on. “Feel that baby? My cock rubbing on your hole, begging to be let inside.” Nicholas grunted, leaning down to graze Rory’s shoulder, biting down as he rutted harder behind him.

My mind flickers back to last night, his hands, the heat, the way he pulled me under and didn’t let me hide. The way he kissed me, the way he worshipped my body. I grab the nearest pillow, press it to my face, and scream into it until my throat burns, then I toss it across the room, it hits the door and flops to the floor, useless and dramatic, just like me. “Get it together,” I mutter I swing my legs off the bed, pushing yesterday’s clothes out of my way with a lazy kick. My body protests the movement, but I ignore it. I stand, stretching, wincing at the soreness I earned.

In the center of the room, on a massive leather sofa, a brutal scene was unfolding. It’s him, Rouge. The eldest of three. He was completely naked, his massive, heavily scarred back flexing with terrifying power. He was standing between the spread legs of a beautiful, frantic woman who was lying flat on the cushions. He had her hips locked in his massive hands, lifting her off the leather as he drove his hardened d*ck completely inside her with savage, unrelenting force. He wasn't making love. Is he? The woman whimpered loudly, her nails digging into his heavily muscled arms. “Rouge... harder, please—”

He shoved his hips forward, burying his thick, swelling cock deep inside my tight, heat-flushed body in one smooth, unrelenting stroke. A sharp, breathless gasp tore from my throat as my eyes flew open, the sheer size and stretch of him filling me completely. My wolf purred with savage triumph, my inner walls clamping around his length as he began a slow, punishing rhythm that drove every coherent thought from my mind. "Fucking perfect," Ambrose growled out, his jaw tight as he set a hard, relentless pace, his heavy hips slamming into mine, making the leather sofa creak under our weight. "You feel so tight around me, sweetheart. I can feel your wolf taking my mark."

The sudden, overwhelming fullness made her stomach visibly bulge. Marcus fucked her with raw, animalistic brutality. Each punishing thrust slammed her hips into the edge of the heavy desk, the antique wood digging painfully into her hip bones. The wet, violent squelching of her drenched cunt being destroyed filled the quiet room as his heavy balls slapped loudly against her. Sweat poured down his muscular chest, dripping onto her back in hot, sticky rivulets, making their skin slide together slickly with every savage thrust. The contrast between the cool, smooth wood grinding against her front and his scorching hot, rock-hard body behind her was dizzying and overwhelming.

He snarled, his gaze set menacing on him. André got on his feet and turned, walking forward. He stood facing Russo. "You took my wife first, now you're trying to take my pleasure away." He snapped. My eyes dilated as I watched them in fear. My heart began to run in my chest. Russo's fists were clenched tightly. My body trembled in fear as he punched him in his face. André's face snapped to one side. The corner of his lips split. He touched it and snorted at the crimson on his thumb.