Sexy Gwen Stacy Novels & Stories

I turned her against the wall as she has been a bad girl and inserted my dick in her already dripping pussy I knew it, she was in heat! I stroked her strongly and she moaned. She was loud. Thankfully, the study is soundproof. The way her pussy pulled me in at every stroke was mind-blowing. I didn't know the words I was uttering but I was saying a lot of shit. "Why would you even think of leaving me Gwen... You are mine and you know it fuck..." I groaned! I could feel how weak her legs were getting. She moaned so beautifully, it was all I wanted to hear.

I went to the lounge, and I saw her right there. Gwen was busy opening the windows in nothing but a white, unbuttoned shirt. She wasn't wearing any lingerie. The entire room reeked of raw sex and orgasms. Gwen could barely even walk properly, and her hair was an entire mess. Her lips were swollen, and she had marks all over her body, especially her neck and her breasts. Whatever had happened in this lounge must have been intense. "Gwen." I called her name calmly, drawing her attention back to reality. She was purely still sexually dazed. Her face glowed brighter than ever. Perfect. This was just perfect. I startled her by calling her name.

Gwen faked a laugh and nodded. "I know right? that's what I thought too. And then I said, Okay! I hope you do not regret this. And then I walked out like I wasn't hurt." Gwen chuckled and wiped her lingering tears. "H-How could he.... I -I loved him so much yet he was still able to cheat. Was I not enough? was it because I lack sex appeal?" she said and wiped her tears once more. "You don't lack anything. You are the most appealing lady here, so do not cry," he said with a stoic expression.

Gwen’s pov. I let out a sigh as the door closed, my cheeks warmed. It has been a long time since a man was fully naked. Trust me it is not as attractive as Cristóbal's, I wouldn't even call him a man, he is a boy and my first and last boyfriend. Jeff, a huge mistake. I can't believe I let him take my virginity, it was horrible. “Why are you frowning?” I heard Polly said, she was standing not too far from me, pulling me out my thoughts

I ask around her nipple. “Touching me.” “I’m touching you.” Another sound of protest leaves her lips. Then she whines, “Stefan!” Fuck, she’s too sexy when she says my name like that. Since she asked so nicely, I oblige, moving my hand back to the heat between her legs. The moment my thumb caresses her clit, more sexy words leave her lips—“God, yes.” Fuck, yeah, I think. I don’t need to go far before my fingers are soaked in her juices. “Is this all for me, Gwen? Did I make you this wet?”

Gwen gasps and moves away, “Silver? Why would Sebastian lock you in silver laced cell. Why would he lock you in a cell at all.” I sigh, “It’s a long story.” Greyson hums loudly as he steps out of the bathroom with a towel hanging on his waist. He freezes when he sees we have company. Paul squints at him, “Who is he?” Gwen gasps and presses her face on the bars again, “It has a shower too. I want on of these, it’s like a large doll house.” Greyson has his mouth slightly open as he watches her in disbelief, I turn to him, “She’s Sebastian’s sister.”

Third POV Gwen Astray was the perfect woman—kind, compassionate, and hardworking. A typical human living decently in the eyes of society. She’d been through one tragedy or another in her short life, the greatest, being the death of her beloved husband, ruled out as death by electrocution, even though nothing about Christian Astray’s death suggested that. The evidence should have been enough to pinpoint a suspect at least. But vampires were newly accepted into society, you see—one couldn’t have news like this leaking out to the public.

Gwen gasped and grabbed a handful of his silky hair. "I only come when I pleasure myself, thinking about your touch, the power of you inside me. That's what kept me going all this time," she admitted. And she moaned when Trent gave her clit a hard suck while stabbing her with his tongue. He would blow her up at that rate. "Do you want me in pieces?" she asked, shocked at how firm her voice could sound when his mouth on her sex seemed to numb her brain. Trent's response was a gruff grunt of assent, and Gwen smiled gently, lifting her head and making him look at her. "Then let me have my favorite costume—one we never got to

"And she's to be allowed to climax tonight because she seduced Reneé into licking her." "You grasped that quickly." "I asked your slave questions," Gwen said. "After mine happened, I doubted the entire incident was an accident. It seemed more intentional to me." "So it was. Might I be so bold as to enquire if you'd ever been with a woman before?" "Never." "You seem to enjoy it," I said. "I don't often receive much pleasure," Gwen admitted. "How old do you think I am?" "Forty," I guessed. "Forty-five," she said. "Do you think I'm attractive for my age?"

"Gwen, we already paid off Stefan, and he's long gone. What more can Aspen and her people possibly do?" Gwyneth studied her carefully applied makeup in the mirror, checking every detail until she was satisfied with her flawless appearance. Only then did she turn around gracefully and walk over to Zac. She tapped his forehead with her finger, her tone carrying a hint of exasperation. "You know what your problem is? You don't have enough nerve to pull off anything big." Zac pouted slightly at being scolded, mumbling defensively, "I'm just being careful. Better safe than sorry, right?"