Sasha Lane Teeth Novels & Stories

Louis face turn crimson red realizing who the woman is. She was dressed in a blue crop top and green tight pant, her red hair neatly plaited into a ponytail, her ocean blue eyes shining, and she put on a light make-up on, she looks absolutely gorgeous. Sasha Mack twenty six years old, the owner of ISAB fashion store named after her friend and chair woman of XANADU an orphanage for children, she's also the fiancee of Micah codds. "How's that monkey ? I can't believe you guys came after a long time and went straight to the office" she said smiling.

“Of course I am, baby.” “You sure? Your grip loosened on my hair and you didn’t exactly seem into it like earlier. Am I doing something wrong? Is there something you don’t like? You can tell me. I rarely suck off guys, but I know I’m not that bad,” Sasha complains and I shift against the wall as my fingers thread through her curls. My lips turn in a tiny smirk when she yelps as I pull her hair back roughly. “Like what?” I whisper to her. She smiles. No. She practically grins, telling me that’s exactly what she wants. “Yeah, just like that.”

Xander asked, his voice a bit calmer. Sasha's eyes darted quickly to me. "Don't look at her," Xander said, turning her chin toward him. "Look at me. What did they say?" Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Sasha, knock it off!" Xander said. "You're a wolf, for heaven's sake! There's no excuse for you to be afraid of your own shadow! Now, tell us!" "Okay." She squared her shoulders, her tears stopping abruptly.

Blake smelled her orgasm and fought hard against the want had also however heard the car pulling in snapped to his sense and swore. He gently removed his fangs, licked/sucked the wound, and pulled himself off Mackayla with a hell of a lot of reluctance. "I believe Sasha is home" he whispered to her. Damn she tasted like fucking distilled sex, she's too damn innocent, and he was in for holy hell, where all thoughts that crossed his mind.

It was Sasha and two other girls that were pretty and well groomed too. ‘‘Heeeey, Cage,’’ Sasha greeted before her eyes danced around all of us. First, she looked at Barbra in amazement then me before changing her facial expressions to that of disgust. After her eyeballs had danced around all of us, she straightened herself for no good reason, and assumed a posture that was both prude and rude. ‘‘I hope her rancid and terrible breath didn’t make you nauseous,’’ she commented while looking at me then back at him.

"Shhh—" Sasha placed a finger to my lips, then gently closed the door behind her with a smile. I stared at her in shock. She looked as vibrant as ever, her hair now cut slightly shorter, just brushing her shoulders, giving her a fresh, different look. Sasha’s eyes briefly scanned my body, and I knew she saw the silver anklet around my ankle. Fortunately, she didn’t ask any questions, sparing me the embarrassment of trying to explain. Instead, she sniffed the air playfully and remarked with a mischievous grin, "You smell like Michael now."

Pressing Sasha to her knees, I held her gaze as I slipped my cock into her mouth. She took me in eagerly, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I could feel the back of her throat as she took me deeper, her nose pressing against my stomach. I groaned, my hands gripping her hair as she deep-throated me. Sasha, absolutely delighted, sucked me more profoundly, her head bobbing up and down as she took me further into her throat. Out of all the whores in town, Sasha had the best throat game. It was how she’d earned that nickname— Pelican. Anything could pass through that damn throat.

I said as tears rolled down my cheeks. I hear the heart monitor start to beat faster momentarily and then it slowed back down. “It is time,” I heard Sasha say in my mind. “Okay, what do I do?” I asked her. “You will feel my teeth in your mouth,” she said as her canines extended in my mouth. It was a lot of teeth and made it impossible to actually talk to her.

She felt sated as he howled his pleasure. Asher’s wolf leant in, his nose brushing the fur along her neck, sending a ripple of sensation through her body. He nuzzled her gently at first, almost testing, his breath warm against her skin. Then, with a sudden intensity, he sank his teeth into the nape of her neck.

“Looks like a weapon. Weapons are not allowed in my house.” “It’s a weapon. A shotgun. It wants to shoot you.” “Then I’d trigger it to shoot in my mouth.” And Sasha got to work on his dick. “You are going to pay for this! I’m going to make that pussy weep for escape!” Like a shark looking for a small fish, he swept his tongue in and out of her love canal – sucking and licking like he was trained for this day. They got carried away. And didn’t realise Rowan had been watching them all along.