Sexy Greek Novels & Stories

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

She looked so breathtakingly beautiful and I couldn't believe this greek goddess was mine. “Fuck... just like that, baby. Suck my cock like a good girl.” I groaned and the thick scent of her arousal became stronger, fueling my passion more. I pounded her mouth the way I pounded her pussy. Hard. Rough and fast. Goddess, I was over the moon. I was a bit worried that it was too much, so I tried to ease my thrusts, but my little temptress reached her hands forward and grabbed my butt, pulling me closer until I deep-throated her.

He slides his massive cock, still slick with my spit, deep between my legs. It rips into me. Pleasure and pain war in my mind. My back arches, but he's there, big and strong Eros, kissing my neck and talking in Greek, and I have no freaking clue what he's saying but I don't care. I'm a puddle of drooling bliss and I keep cursing and saying his name as he fucks me, nice and slow at first. But a man like Eros, he won't be gentle forever.

She almost blurted. "Like you woke up with a whole different sense of style." That reminded her of Seth with some extra sauce that would make him hotter if he considered it. Now Gianna pictured Seth with a dangling-cross earring. Glasses and a crop cut. What an extraordinary Greek god he'll be. "Horrible?" "On the contrary. It's dope. Where'd you get the inspo from?"

Jason gripped my shoulders, brought me roughly back up, and turned me around. "I'm going to fuck you like the little slut you are" he whispered into my ear as he lifted up my skirt and pulled my panties down. Being bent over made me feel like a really sexy slut and the way Jason was talking dirty to me turned me on even more. Not bothering to start slowly, Jason shoved his huge cock in my soaking pussy and grabbed my hair. I gave out a loud moan. "Fuck me, Jason. I'm your dirty little slut girl. Fuck me hard"

'No, Veronica snap out of it' She shakes her head, trying to ignore them but every thought of resistance vanished, the moment their eyes met. Those perfectly sad blue eyes, that scares everyone but managed to seduce her. His sinful lips that drives her crazy when she stares at them, along with his rock-hard body. He is well-sculpted and isn't too thick or heavy. And not skinny either, he is in the best shape ever, and he has everything a woman wants in a man. Handsome, smart, capable. The Greek businessman manages his father's multi-billion company. His mother's family also runs a big company, in which he also has shares in.

"You don't want to go out in that! You look like Barbie without the slut factor. We can—" "I'm comfortable, and this is the only way I'm going," said Christie, folding her arms over her diminutive bosom and leaning against the door jamb as she waited for her friend to finish her make-up. "I'm going to have some awesome Greek cuisine, maybe a little wine, and then I'm coming back here. So, if you're going to bring some poor piece of man-meat home, can you at least wait to fuck him until you two are in your room?"

, his hands were raised to the sky - literally the ceiling, and his eyes were wide open; purely the drama queen he was. " You know, I don't know what you all see in that jerk, with those eyes of his that are shaped like a pinecone and his outrightly big nose - even plastic surgeons in South Korea wouldn't be able to fix that", I knew I was being pathetic, but all the same he wasn't attractive, at least not to me. " Bitch, you ain't serious. He is the definition of a sexy Greek god", his hands were still swirling around and gathering attention.

I reply with a naughty smile for him. My house is quiet; my mother must have already gone to her bed. As soon as we get to my room, the man who seems like a Greek god advances to kiss me. His lips are thin and soft, I feel the roughness of his beard against my skin, but it doesn’t bother me. My hands are quick, and I soon begin removing his shirt, feeling every muscle of his chest with my nails. The Greek god kisses my neck, and his big, soft hands are quick as he lifts me into his arms. I cross my legs around his waist and wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the strands of his silky hair winding around my fingers.

She also reinforced my libido driven ambiguity – essentially she encouraged me to be a man-whore because I had a voracious sexual appetite. Thus the reason I knew I could pick up a date at any bar within five minutes. Of greater relevance was that I could tell the difference between Dorian and Attic Greek, real 19th dynasty Egyptian versus a Cairo backstreet knock-off, Old Kingdom Hittite and Gaelic Celt from the Early Roman Republic period.