Scarlet Silva Sex Novels & Stories

Scarlet mutters to herself as she turns to look at Perez. “I don't know what Frederic sees in you, but I need you to do something for me, and you'd be paid for it,” Scarlet uttered as she relaxed on the bed, not parting her legs. She looked back at Perez, who turned his back on her, thinking she was trying to seduce him.

She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep. And right now, at 1 AM in his best friend's guest room, Ethan had his cock in his hand and Scarlet on his laptop screen. The video was one of her private exclusives....the kind that cost $500 and was worth every fucking penny. She was on a bed, wearing nothing but that signature red mask and black heels, touching herself with a glass dildo that caught the light as it slid in and out of her perfect pussy. Ethan stroked himself faster, his breathing heavy, completely lost in the fantasy.....

'Let's take a nice run, Scarlet. 'Ok, but you better have someone fill a bath of ice for when we return. Our mates marking each other might set us off to chase them down.' 'Good idea! I don't want to ruin their moment. We can have them once they come home.' I giggled to myself as my bones began shifting. 'Now you're talking. I couldn't wait until you fully gave into the insatiable lust inside us.' Scar said just as her paws hit the ground. 'I was never shy about sex.' I countered.

she whispered, her voice a shy secret, before turning and bending over in front of him, presenting the perfect, pale moons of her ass, the silver chain disappearing into the cleft. It was a sensory bombardment. The sight, the smell, the feel of them, Jade’s relentless grinding, Scarlet’s teasing mouth, Luna’s vulnerable offering. Leo’s body betrayed him utterly. His dick hardened into a painful, throbbing ache, trapped and straining against his zipper. He was painfully, obviously erect. Silas watched with the calm appraisal of a connoisseur. He sipped his champagne, his eyes missing nothing, the flush on his son’s neck, the desperate clench of his hands on the booth’s edge, the prominent bul

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Scarlet screamed in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. From the corner of her eye, Scarlet noticed the slightly ajar door. She was aware that the people downstairs could hear her moans and gasps of pleasure. She grabbed her breasts, massaging and pinching her nipples. She was shameless in bed, something Arnulfo loved about her. He didn’t care if someone saw or heard them having sex. In fact, it was one of Scarlet’s fantasies—to be watched while having sex. Luckily, Arnulfo was always game for it.

I said to him, and he was stunned. "Because of a tainted whore?" He asked, getting angry. "Don't you ever call Scarlet a tainted whore again? She is better than your social climbing whore, who, by the way, wasn't a virgin when you fucked her," I said, and Stasia began to cry. Scarlett got up and headed for the door. She wanted to leave the apartment, but I held her. "Go to my room, Scarlett," I told her gently, trying to separate my rage.

After the trauma of seeing a woman’s throat get slit in front of me, it left me awake, dont get me wrong, I've seen throats get slit, my papa is a very unforgiving man, it was his way or no one else’s. But what keeps me up at night, are his evil eyes, that emerald glass of vice, and how they searched my soul as his knife went through her throat, the devilish way he stared at me, he is a maniac, obsessed with this disgusting way of life, devoid of emotions. And now this bastard has taken my virginity, meant for my future husband, in this case Silvio. Silvio on the other hand has been calling at the villa, he says he wants to do it a different way, but then I hear he still sees his whore and h

I whispered in her ear and she took a deep breath to calm herself. But Silva wasn’t done yet. She took few steps closer and looked me dead in the eye “If you want a real fuck,” she murmured, voice dripping with challenge, “Come to me. I promise to give you an experience that no other she-wolf including Selena will be able to make you forget.” “That's it.” Selena yanked her hand from my hold and lunged at her. I was faster and grabbed her mid-air before she could rip Silva’s throat out. She snarled and struggled in my arms, kicking wildly as she shouted,

But in the artificial heat of this moment, it only added fuel to the fire. ​"She’s a bottomless pit of need, isn't she?" Silas rasped, his eyes locking onto mine with a challenge that defied blood or brotherhood. ​He didn't wait for a verbal answer. He moved into the narrow space between us, and with a low, guttural grunt of effort, he guided his own length into her, finding the opening she had saved for him. Sienna let out a sound that wasn't human—a high, keening wail of pure sensory overload as she was filled by both of us simultaneously.