Sexy Greek Novels & Stories

Hector pulled her sleeveless gown down her shoulders and his mouth followed the trail of his hands as he caressed her shoulders, kissing her everywhere he touched. His lips went lower and Alexa found herself arching towards him, head thrown back, her breast thrust forward, her buttocks pushed backwards. The Lyncan king took the breast jutting towards him as an invitation and his lips descended on one nipple, and one hand caressed the other nipple, while the other hand snaked round her waist, pushing her closer to his pulsating groin. She felt his need and an answering groan escaped her lips. She could not control her feelings, it was spiralling out of control.

Greek god approaching us. The expression on his face seemed rather stoic now rather than intrigued and aroused, as it had been earlier. I couldn't help the smirk creeping up my face. "I'm talking to you sexy." The man slurred again, this time snaking his hand around my bottom. Before I could protest, his hand was yanked off. "Go home to your wife and kids, stronzo." Mr. Greek god told the asshole off before I could. He's here, I smiled to myself, how did he get even sexier in less than five minutes? Without any protection, the jerk scrambled off. I didn't expect him to leave that easily.

The alpha tried to kiss me. I pushed him away. “What the hell is wrong with you? Did you realize who that was?” He could care less. He attempted to kiss my neck. “Who cares?” I stepped away from him. “Who cares? What cares? That’s the frigging Senator.” “So? Aren’t you the mayor? It’s not like you are committing a crime. I’m an alpha and you’re an omega. This is consensual.”

I hiss, fire blazing behind my gaze. His hand rising to my boobs, stops just under them and traces a line downward inside. An evil smirk remains plastered over his corrupt lips. My head falls back when he plays with my waistband. So fucking close. I whine at the back of my throat, bucking my hips. A firm kiss is planted against my throat, intensifying my desire for this Jerk Greek God mate. His hand dives inside, his thumb brushing against my clit. I moan breathlessly and buck my hips once more.

I don't have money or a bank card. Suddenly I see a Greek god walking in the distance. My eyes are glued to him, the way the firm muscles move in his tanned legs, his chest and neck. Heat goes through me, the muscles between my legs start to twitch. I want this man for myself, own him, have him deep inside me. He can't escape me, before we leave this island, I'll make him mine. And after that no other woman will own him, when we go back one day he's hooked on me. There's something about him that feels so good, when he's close to me it's like he's all over me.

He has made me realize that if he wants me to be a slut he can reduce me to. “I want to mark every inch of you in my bites so that no one ever tries to look upon what’s mine. So you could never escape seph” “Please” I couldn’t help but beg. “Use our language Seph, use it for me. You are exotic when you use it. Greek sounds more erotic on your lips” He paused to whisper these left the current breast he was sucking on and attacked the second one. “Se parakaló Ádi, se parakaló, eímai..” tried moving my legs trapped beneath him unable to contain the feeling. (please Hades please please I'm..)

His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping like pistons. Joan shattered first, pussy spasming, gushing around him. "Yes... fill me up!" Greco roared, burying deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot cum flooding her depths, spilling out around his shaft. They slumped together, panting, but the fire still burned. Greco pulled out, watching his seed drip from her abused hole, then scooped her up, carrying her to the leather couch by the hearth. He laid her down, stripping fully now, his body a map of power, muscles honed from gym sessions and street brawls, cock still semi-hard and glistening.

“I want you to fully strip,” I whisper into her ear. Greece pulls away from me and stands, her dress falls to the floor. She is also wearing a red underwear… a fucking goddess. My eyes don’t leave her as I snake my hands around her waist and I pull her closer, kissing her navel. She lets out a little whimper as her whole body shudders under the warmth of my lips. I start to kiss her bare body, squeezing and cupping her bum when need be. Greece grabs a handful of my hair and lets her moans fill the room.

He knew he had stopped counting her orgasms at five, but he was getting close to his climax. “I want your seeds deep inside the walls of my pussy.” Jason left her hair and held her waist with both his hands, going faster than before. The sound of her screams filled the entire house. Gracious had to stop to listen; he knew his sister was getting fucked, but he envisioned that it wouldn't be as intense as this. “Now that's a real man not a whimp like you.” Gil growls as she rubs her clit after Gracious pulls her off his cock to be sure his sister isn't screaming for help.

“Because we are supposed to be hunting. Because your father and the others are out there somewhere. Because I cannot even swim that well.” “We will not let you drown,” Jackson said. He was down to his boxers now too. I could not help it. My gaze moved between them, taking in the sheer masculine beauty of both of them standing there in nothing but thin fabric that left very little to the imagination. They were Greek gods come to life. Perfect specimens of male physicality. And the way they were looking at me, with heat and possession and dark promise in their eyes, made my entire body respond. My skin felt too tight. My breathing had gone shallow. There was a pulse between my legs that had no