Sex Gl Novels & Stories

he said, brightly. Darren looked embarrassed, and coughed a little. "Well, yeah, just one, Scott. Is it, umm, well, is it you that will be, err, taking the session? Not being funny, but I'm straight, you see." Scott thought that they'd covered this at the consultation. Perhaps Darren needed reminding. "OK, I'm one hundred percent straight, Darren," he said, "so I have a female consultant to help with sessions like this. I will supervise you giving her anal sex, so there will be three of us in the room. Her name is Jules, and she's highly experienced at this sort of thing.

The air in the room was thick now, heavy with the scent of sex, whiskey, and the raw musk of an Alpha male in heat. ​I watched the way the veins stood out on his arms. I watched the way he gritted his teeth, his face filled with pure, concentrated lust. Every time he hit her, I felt an ache between my own legs, a throb of desire mixed with a crushing, soul-deep agony. ​"Enzo... please... more!" Sasha sobbed, her body shaking as she neared her peak.

Sweat beaded on our skin, mixing with dirt from the earth, the scent of sex heavy in the air. I came hard, my howl ripping through the night, body convulsing as waves of ecstasy tore through me, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. They didn't hold back-Kale spilling first into my ass with a roar, hot jets painting my insides, followed by Xavier flooding my pussy, their seed mixing and dripping down my trembling thighs in rivulets.

I wanted him to hurt them, just a little, just enough to make me gasp. “Maybe,” I said. His jaw tightened and the muscle in his temple jumped at once. “Not maybe.” Kingsley's thigh pressed harder against mine. His hand dropped from the seat back to my shoulder, and his thumb found the strap of my tank top. I shuddered. “She's wet,” Kingsley said to Collins as his nostrils flared. “I can smell it.” My face went hot. Shame and arousal, tangled together so tight I couldn't tell them apart. My cunt clenched, and I had to press my thighs together while forcing back a whimper.

Just watching. That was worse. Every other night I knew his next move. Tonight I didn’t, and the not knowing sat under my skin like a splinter I couldn’t locate. I went to get dressed. “Big spender,” Mikela said, nodding toward the VIP corridor. “Asked for you specifically. He’s clean, has a good record, and tips well.” “Name?” “Marcus Cole. Property developer. Been coming here for six months.” She handed me the booking slip. “Don’t say no.”

“Glen, watch your language.” “Oh, sorry, but it’s true—nothing beats it.” “I think there’s nothing like sex with someone you care about,” Ami says, looking at me. I smile. “Well, sure, for a woman. But for a man, we have different needs,” Glen argues. “You’re just a horny jerk. We don’t need your philosophies—shut up and let’s go,” I snap, fed up with his nonsense. He frowns as he sits up. “You got a girl and switched up,” he mutters, climbing out of bed, covering himself with the sheet, and heading to the bathroom.

How many times in their lives had the shifters been made to say this mantra? Had it broken them? “B-be…” Jeremy whispered. “Louder, wolve, so that we can all hear,” Selena demanded. Jeremy looked at up, when his ruby eyes glittered. He met my eye, before he drew his hand down his chest teasingly, palming his penis over his tights and tipping his head back as if wanking. He licked his lower lip, panting. My breath hitched, as warmth unfurled inside at his performance…and that’s what it was: A performance. “Sexy,” he moaned, before removing his hand from his now hard

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

he groaned, clenching his teeth. "Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhhhh, S-Seungcheol I..." "Ahhhh..." "Something hot...!" She gasped. A hotter pressure built up in her stomach. Seungcheol stabbed her deeper, pounding. Until... "Ahhhh," Celine shivered as her petals released hot liquid. Seungcheol pressed his mouth against her lips as hot jets of sticky s*men spurted from the tip of his member, splashing inside his pants. They both came.

The image of Cassandra's breasts still tightly wrapped in a black bra made Alexander's passion heat up. "Damn, I'd better order a courtesan to accompany me tonight. With Williams' unlimited wealth, the price of a naughty woman is like a speck of dust to me." Alexander smiled happily thinking about his life which would be filled with wealth if he managed to own Williams Corps shares. "Hello, room service. I would like to order an escort." "You have to be beautiful, sexy, twenty-five years old or under. As for race, skin color, whatever. I am interested in any race as long as it meets the criteria I mentioned earlier."