Sexy Words Mga Nobela at Kwento

Plausible deniability. “I see,” she said. “You said I was sexy. Were you just kidding around?” He smiled at her. “Maybe a little.” “I knew it.” “But you are sexy, Luna. Sexy is very subjective. Fun can be sexy. Cute girls with leaves in their hair can be sexy.” “So, how do I be sexy?” she asked. “Like, when I want to be?”

"Is this right, Lexi, the way I’m swirling my tongue around, and Sean, your hand is so tight on the back of my head, you’re pushing me so deep I can barely breathe." "That’s the idea, Nora, I want you buried in her, I want you to know every inch of her body so you can realize how much of a little slut you really are for enjoying this so much." "I do enjoy it, Sean, I love the way she tastes, it’s like honey and salt and I can’t get enough of it, I want to stay down here forever and just keep licking until she can’t stand up anymore." "You’re doing great, baby, just like that, now move your tongue up toward my clit and give it some real pressure, I want to feel you vibrating against me."

His moans grew louder and more desperate with every passing second, each one a testament to how thoroughly I was unraveling him. The scent of sex… musky, sweet, and thick filled the air, making my head spin with primal satisfaction. Something ancient and possessive stirred in my chest, recognizing this moment as fundamental, as right. "You're taking me so well, baby," I growled, my voice rough with awe and possessive pride. "Look at you, such a good little mate, letting me fuck you like this." The words seemed to shudder through him, drawing another broken moan from his lips, and I felt the way his entire body responded to my praise.

Every single part of her body were all alive and ready. "You are wet and horny for me, don't you? You are waiting for me to touch you, feel you, put a finger inside that leaking hole of yours and finger the hell out of it until you couldn't scream again, don't you" The male said, his sexy voice was like it was Sophie's antidote, every word from his lips turns her on more, it was masculine, rich, deep and commanding, the sound of his voice is like a sex promise, making any girl that heard him to subconsciously start thinking a lot of ways to get fucked in.

I say emphasizing each words. “Can you quit with the insults too, it makes me want to do wicked things to your sexy small lips”He says with yet another sexy comeback..... “For the love of God....... Can you please stop"I say in a tired tone. “One more word Cat and I'll kiss those lips of yours to oblivion”He says as his eyes hooded and the air suddenly goes thick in a deep and erotic way. “Immediately those words rushed out of his lips, my mouth sealed itself and to make matters worse the hiccups started.

“Fuck, is like a curse word but it is also a slang for sex, and sex is a physical act of intimacy between two people that involves the male cock and the female vagina for pleasure, and it can also be the process of making babies.” “So, you have a cock? And if you put it inside me, we could make babies?” she asked innocently, making me groan. “Yes.” I rubbed a hand on my face, adjusting my dick, stirring at her innocence. “Can we do sex?” she asked, and my breath hitched. “People in my book do it a lot and they’re not even married, but we are.” She looked at me expectantly. “What kind of book is that?” I asked, blinking at her.

I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction. " Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*king start!" To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

I huff “Yes, Dominic. You made it all okay – you always do.” “Good, because I have some words for you too, trouble.” Sinclair informs me darkly, laying me out on the bed in front of him. He’s got that wolfish look in his eye, the one that tells me I’m in for a long night at my mate’s mercy. The one that tells me he’s barely in control, and all I can do is hold on and try to survive the pleasure. “Let’s start with brilliant…” he strips off my nightdress. “Beautiful…” He traces the line of my curves. “Corageous…” kiss, “sweet,” nibble, “fucking delectable,” lick, “... and very, very naughty.” ___________________

She felt utterly drugged by his masculine scent and the sheer power of his body pressed to hers. Jack wouldn’t let their lips part for more than a second before he dove back in for another mind-blowing kiss. His tongue was hot velvet and smooth as whiskey as it glided and stroked and teased. He seduced her, reduced her to a trembling mass of need with just the power of his avid mouth. “Sweet Jesus, Keely,” he muttered against her lips. “I want you so fucking bad.” “Jack—” He kissed her chin. “Steamy, raunchy sex is a more productive outlet for our frustrations than flinging insults.”

I said as I gripped at her neck, as I positioned my cock back into her pussy and began thrusting in hard and fast. “I love you fucking me! Goddammit!” she was practically screaming at this point. “Say it… say ‘PUSSY’.” "I don't... like that word," She complained. "Say it now!" I demanded. "Or I'll stop." I increased my pace dangerously. “Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Jesus Christ FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY!” That’s kind of a magic word for me. “Puusyy.” Too nasty and vulgar for regular use, but oh so very damn nasty and vulgar during sex.