Seven Of Nine Hot Novels & Stories

I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess, “Mia, you’re the only Mate I’ll ever have. If you refuse me, I’ll keep asking until you agree.” I was moved by his determination and love. After that, I established a Mate Bond with him. To repay his love, I gave him 99 handmade forgiveness coupons on the day of our Marking Ceremony. I promised him that I would forgive him 99 times. As long as he still had coupons left over, I would forgive him and stay with him no matter what he did.

It was mid-August and even though night had fallen it was still sweltering hot. Tina was dressed to beat the heat in a low slung denim mini skirt and bikini top, hiking sandals on her feet. She turned more than a few heads in her revealing outfit. At twenty-one years of age, she had a lush yet firm body. Full 36C tits filled her bikini top, her narrow waist flared out gently to her tight round ass, which was clearly evident even though the fullness of her skirt and her long, tanned, athletic legs gave every guy there something to lust over.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

He traced the outline with the tip of his tongue before growling, "Come now, Rachel. Right now." His arm wrapped around her and his hand slid down between her thighs, seeking and finding her swollen clit, pinching it just enough to send her flying over the edge. As her climax exploded, Gabe shouted her name, pushed hard into her rectum and held himself rigid as his cock pulsed again and again inside its latex sheath.

He took solace in the fact he wasn't the only one in the room suffering through it. When Nine's hair was dry enough for his liking, he tossed the towel away. "What drink was that?" she asked, stretching her legs out in front of her, toward the fire. "A hot chocolate." "I liked it." His lips quirked. "Everyone likes hot chocolate." With a heavy exhale, Nine relaxed against him, her back to his torso. He dipped his head and smelled her hair, filled his lungs with her, and all the tension in his bones melted away. The fire crackled, and they watched the flames dance. It was better than the theatre. It was more compelling, more appealing.

He glances up, face lighting up like the damn sun. "Daddy! Look!" He waves the book excitedly. "I figured out the math trick Grandpa showed me!" I force a smile and sit beside him. "Show me, champ." Harry grins, holding up both hands. "Okay, see? If you want to multiply by nine, you just bend the finger that matches the number. Like this-" He folds his third finger down. "Nine times three is twenty-seven! Two fingers on the left, seven on the right!"

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”

Adrian's breathing became shallow. His eyes reached the final line. Never allow anyone to assemble the Ninth Cipher. If the Ninth Cipher is completed... History will not change. It will be erased. Before he could process those words... His phone rang. Unknown Number. He answered. Silence. Then a calm male voice spoke. "We've been waiting for you, Dr. Vale." The line disconnected. At that exact moment, every television in the apartment turned on by itself. Every screen showed the same image. A black background.