Sexy Toriel Novels & Stories

I closed my thighs in surprise, but Toshiro only pried them back open. I struggled with my trembling thighs but then I felt Lorenzo lift me from behind and made me sit on his lap with my back close to his chest. Lorenzo used that to lift my thighs for more access to Toshiro. "Better?" "Damn, better." Toshiro smirked before his tongue slowly licked my clit in a circular motion then moved down to my slit as he collected my juices on his tongue and soon felt the soft muscle entering my gaping hole. "Leo and Dominic really went harsh on you, hmm? Do you want us to make you feel better?" Lorenzo whispered in my ear, and not only that, but he is also whispering dirty talk in my ear while rubbing m

The powerful clenched of her p-ssy pulled her into a spiraling climax that seems to go on for an eternity. Soliel trembled, moaning out his name like a prayer in her head. A long string of curses falling from her lips as she came down from her orgasm. “Good girl,” he muttered, kissing his way back up her body to a light fluttering of his lips against her forehead. He pulled his lips away from hers and smiled down at her. “Are you alright?” Soleil rolled her head, trying to clear the fog. “Fuck,” she groaned, blinking rapidly as if waking up from a very vivid dream. “That was awesome.”

It was the way she looked at him, like she had owned him, like she still did. Ariel couldn't shake off the feeling that Tori was trouble. She seemed to radiate an aura of possessiveness and entitlement, as if she believed that Connel still belonged to her. Ariel had seen the way Tori's eyes had lingered on Connel, the way she had touched him, the way she had spoken to him. It was all so... familiar. With a sense of resolve, Ariel turned away from the window and began to get ready for the day. She didn't know what lay ahead, she couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring.

I whisper, pumping him gently through every pulse of his orgasm. I move lower, licking his cum off his toned stomach, cleaning him thoroughly with slow swipes of my tongue. His cock quickly stiffens again, and he groans deeply. “Hakeem!” Gael moans, fingers tangling in my hair. He rarely calls me by my name instead of "Tesoro," and when he does, it means he's completely lost in pleasure. My lips slide around his cock, sucking him deep into my throat until my nose touches his pelvis. He arches up, growling roughly. “¡Joder, Hakeem! (Fuck, Hakeem!)”

"I can't come again, I don't have...." "Yes, you do." Kieran positioned himself between her legs now, his amber eyes blazing. "One more, tesoro. Give us one more and then we'll make you ours." His mouth descended on her, and Elara realized with shock that he was even more ruthless than Alaric had been. His tongue worked her with single-minded determination, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit. His fingers...larger than his brothers'...stretched her even more as they pumped in and out.

Lorenzo followed his twin but took three steps in my direction instead of one. "No. I don't." "You are provoking us, Tesoro. Very very badly. You are doing something that calls for the beast in us and that beast will devour you, sweetheart." He growled in a gravelly voice drawing closer to me. His twin was still left behind, but I could almost feel him since he was just an arm's length from where I stood glued to the ground. The sexual tension in the bedroom skyrocketed I could almost taste them in my mouth. How did they even taste like?

Their organization's objective and motivation are to serve and defend individuals without making trouble, but if you damage anyone in their group, you will be punished. Ariana Louise Rossi, a well-known figure skater and model in Italy, is the spouse of Victor. Their first son, Alessandro Rossi, came into the world in 1991, followed by the birth of their second oldest, Alessio Rossi, born in 1993; the first set of twins, Leonardo and Lorenzo Rossi, born in 1994; other twins Xander and Xavier, born in 1996; and their youngest son, Vincent Rossi, born in 1997.

Her pulse quickened, and the scent of her arousal hung heavy in the air, a siren’s call he could never resist. Ryker’s hands were on her before she could take another breath, lifting her effortlessly, pinning her against the stone wall. The cool touch of rock contrasted with the burning heat of his body pressing against hers. He took her mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle; hungry, demanding, devouring. Selene met him with equal fervor, lips parting eagerly to taste his dominance. Teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and a low growl rumbled from his chest as he deepened the kiss.

MAYA Sera’s my best friend, but she’s also got a massive crush on Damon. Has since we were teenagers. And she’s always been competitive with me about everything. I watch as she climbs out of her car, wearing a tiny dress that barely covers anything. Three unmated males from our pack are with her—Tyler, Brock, and Mason. All of them strong, good-looking, probably here because they can smell me even from outside the gates. “I didn’t invite them,” I say quickly.