Savannah Watson Anal Novels & Stories

I whimper. “I, on the other hand, am feeling very out of control about this trip and I need to be inside my mate again so I can feel confident that I’m ready to face whatever comes our way today,” he says, thrusting inside me as his canines sink into the flesh of my neck. As always, Samson’s venom makes me come instantly and my mate thrusts hard and fast inside me, forcing me to ride out the orgasm and pushing me to a second and then a third before he finally releases inside me.

I adored how the white flesh instantly turned pink. "If you knew what a slut I was," she said, "you'd spank me even harder." I obliged. "Yes!" she screamed. I marveled at how sexy and lithe her body was. "You want to share your expertise with me?" I slowed down and asked. She hopped off me and turned around with a grin. "I think I like anal more than vaginal," she said. "It makes me cum harder." "There's something you should know," I said. "Anal is my expertise, too."

"Please, have a seat. I’ve been expecting you." "I’m not in the mood for games," I replied, irritation lacing my words. "Oh, good," she responded, taking a leisurely sip from her cup, her gaze steady on mine. "That means we can skip to the part where you actually act like you’re in control." I took a step forward, a simmering anger bubbling just beneath the surface. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?" Savannah leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs with a smug tilt of her head, like a royal watching a jester fail. "It means your little copycat wife has some secrets of her own. And I have the proof."

Opposite Jo, her eyes lock on mine and she shows me a sweet innocent smile and I know that’s not right. “Your girlfriend might need some ice,” Layla says to me as she pulls Jo away. My entire body betrays me as Jo walks away and I turn around to watch her walk away. The train of her dress followed her, her ass hugged perfectly by the gold fabric. Look back. Look at me. If you love me, look back at me. But she doesn’t and I know things don’t work this way. The door bursts open and Savannah walks out with a red mark on her face. I am taken by surprise and now I understand what Layla meant by Savannah needing some ice. She needs ice to cool down her skin. Layla is bold, smacking a pregnant woma

Every time Chloe’s tongue licked over where my hymen had been, a fresh jolt of electricity made me buck my hips like a maniac. I was so close to the edge, my whole body vibrating even harder than the toy still buzzing deep inside me. "That's it, Nia," Savannah whispered in my ear. "Show us what a dirty little scholarship student you really are." Savannah grabbed my hips and made me bend over, arching my back until my rear was high in the air. I felt her wet her finger and start rubbing my asshole. I was confused. I wondered why she was doing something so strange, but as she kept pressing and circling, a new kind of heat started to build. I actually started liking it.

The lady closed the door and gave a cunning look at Savannah. “What is she going to do?” She smirked and spat, looking in her direction. “Well, she will learn how to satisfy a Lycan,” Octavio announced and settled on the couch. The lady smiled, opened a bottle again, and sipped a few sips from it. She took off her dress and started rubbing her clit. Savannah averted her gaze to the other direction; whatever was coming from their direction disgusted her. “Eyes here, princess.” the lady moaned.

Placing it inside the sink, she points it out for the maid by the sink before grabbing a bottle of water and going out of the kitchen. "Hell Madonna, what happened to your face?"As soon as she stepped foot into their room, Savannah teased and asked while she just scoffed and shut the door behind her. "It's nothing. Other than the fact that I'll continue stripping again tomorrow."She uttered, collapsing unto the bed, on her back. Savannah shifted back to give her more space. "That doesn't seem like a bad news, it's nothing Madonna." "It's nothing because you're not the one who's going to be doing it. And worst of all, I'll only be stripping for one individual and that happened to be none othe

“Such a dirty girl you are. I see you like pain just as much as pleasure.” He went back to his work at devouring my pussy completely. With every bite he gave, he followed with a lick. Bite, lick, bite, lick. It all became so intense that I screamed out again. Beads of sweat trickled down my back as I stared up at the ceiling of the cave and finally released a howl almost as primal and animalistic as the ones belonging to the wolves. “Yes, there’s our girl,” Daniel praised. “Her body responds so well to us.”

- Jason asked nonchalantly, his eyes lowered as he looked down on the surgeon. " Is it necessary to remove all of Miss Woods ovaries?. You could have three to four, but having to harvest all of it could cause severe damages to her womb. Isn't she your wife, why would you want to do such a thing to her?." - the surgeon spoke, his voice hinted with worry. "Yes, she is. But i don't want her carrying my child, consider it.....as carrying out some contraceptive control. Only Irina can bear my children." - He glanced over his shoulders, his eyes staring at the unconscious me on the table.

I was naked under his scrutiny as he traced the curve of my waist. “And with a body like that, you’ve earned the right to be reckless. So, be.” Carter took a long swig, his throat working in a way that made my stomach clench with a desperate, dark hunger. “There you are, babe!” Savannah slammed into the kitchen. Her eyes narrowed as soon as she spotted us. She didn’t wait for an answer, she immediately latched onto Carter’s arm. “Is Halley boring you with her lectures on loyalty?” she sneered at me.