Novel & Cerita Sexy Greek

he groaned, lust clouding his vision, the only thing he could see is the naked angel and nothing else, his firm hand rubbing Sophie's leg in a sensual way that will arouse lust in anyone's view. When his fingers reached Sophie's upper most thigh, almost close to her clit "Mmmmgghhhh..." she moaned in her sleep whilst squirming slightly "Fuck..." the Greek god groaned his other hand unintentionally moving closer to his monster dick to squeeze a little and the feeling he got made him groan louder, hq hasn't felt this feeling before, not the feeling of sex though because he has fuck many many girls before.

The cool night air from the sea clashed with the residual heat radiating from the sun-warmed stone. Sophia Drakos, a 26-year-old Greek shipping heiress with sun-bronzed skin, cascading dark curls, and a lithe, athletic frame, stood on the terrace in a flowing white sundress. The fabric whispered against her sensitive skin as the breeze teased her hardening nipples and the growing ache between her thighs. Darius emerged from the shadows — a 6’10” Black Greek security consultant with a powerfully sculpted physique. His dark skin seemed to drink in the moonlight.

Taller than most, more powerful both in build and personality, he resembled a wild animal of the jungle, sleek and dangerous, so alive and vital that at times he scared the living daylights out of her. He was also very proud of his Greek heritage, and he didn’t like being insulted - no Greek did. But Carrie, being Carrie, always seemed to be insulting him. Whatever she said, it always came out wrong.

My Greek God. He smirked arrogantly as he saw me staring at him. He crawled on the bed and captured my lips with his alluring soft lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I responded to his demanding and fierce kiss. He pulled my lower lip between his teeth, making me moan. I ran my hands along his muscular back. He slid his hand under my dress, lifting my dress up to my waist while caressing my thigh. I arched my back in sensation, shivering under his touches. He moved his lips to my neck, placing kisses while caressing my thighs. His every touch sent a wave of desire throughout my body.

It cast an eerie glow against Marcus’s face, accentuating his Greek God feature. Giselle raised her right hand, her fingers touching Marcus’s face, trailing through his oval face shape, sharp jaw-line, high bridge nose, his thin but tempting lips, his piercing eyes. The Greek God alpha looked at Giselle, the look in his eyes was so deep that it felt like a bottomless abyss. The more Giselle stared into it, the more it pulled her in, the deeper she fell into it. Yet, the fall was not as harsh as she thought it would be, but rather comforting and assuring as his cedarwood scent kept on telling her that she would be fine.

she whispers and I chuckle. "You can have anyone, except Ace, you know he's off limits" I say chuckling. "The Greek God covered in tattoos, off limits, got it" she says and I blush As we walk up to the porch Liam screams "Pose for the picture" we chuckle and start modelling, dramatically posing every two steps while the idiot actually snaps pictures. "I'll send it to you guys later, Sadie I'm going to need your digits though" Liam charmingly says making me burst out in laughter, the boys chuckling.

I don't want them to notice that I have a hard-on. ‘Let them see how hard you were for me, Amoux. Once we finish this, I will suck your dick and give you a boob job. Did you like that?’ ‘Shit! Leah, could you help me to release this? I can't believe this. I'm the Lycan King, and I feel tortured. I swear that once I got you, I will break your hole.’ ‘Yeah, do that to me, Amoux. Make sure that your knees are fine. You're getting older. That's why your knees were too weak.’

As they walked into his bedroom, Adrian gently laid Athena down on the bed, Adrian elegantly removed his shirt revealing his Greek God made up He had a muscular body, with thick arms and legs that bulged with power. His chest was broad and firm, with a patch of hair that tapered to a point in the center. Athena's eyes widened as she felt a pair of lips pressed against her own. She sighed softly, closing her eyes and leaning into the kiss. Athena felt like she was floating in a cloud—a cloud of

Hendrik moved his hands up.her thighs, slipping into the robe,and grabbed Freya’s butt,squeezing it. Freya moaned from the other's firm grip. She broke free from the kiss and began to stroke his chest and abdomen ,observing every muscle and trace of his body. That man was completely hot and masculine, as Anika would always say, a true Greek God,and Freya could touch and enjoy all of it,enjoying things that her previous self didn't allow her to experience.

“I want you!” She pressed her body against mine before I could react, her bare skin hot through my clothes. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. The disgust rolled through me in waves. This was so wrong. I grabbed her shoulders, trying to push her away gently. But all I could think about was Gianna. How I would never dishonor our marriage like this. Not tonight. Not ever. “I can fuck you good.” Selene’s voice dropped to a whisper as she rubbed her body against mine. “Your little bride wouldn’t have to know. It’s our secret. After all, you can take mistresses. It’s allowed.”