Sinful Skins Novels & Stories

He smirked before opening the baby oil, pouring a slick amount onto my stomach and pussy. Just as the oil made contact with my skin, I felt a shiver run through my spine and a knotted guilt formed in my chest as I recalled how bad what I was about to do seemed. The oil was warm, but the guilt burned hotter. “Besides, I have a boyfriend at home.” I mused within myself as my conscience began to judge me.

SINFUL AWAKENING Chapter 9: The Financial Picture The file arrived at six fifty-three on Friday morning. Jade was already at her kitchen table, hair unbound, wearing a shirt that belonged to Dominic because she had stayed again and her own clothes were folded on his bedroom chair, coffee cooling beside her laptop. She had been awake since five, running through the board meeting structure in her mind, mapping the angles, identifying the weaknesses in their position and the strengths they had not yet fully deployed.

My length pistoned her sopping hole with lewd squelches. Sweat slicked our skin. I leaned over, biting her shoulder as my hand reached under to pinch her swinging tits. “Alex..yes…yes,” her moans grew louder, as I fucked her deep, feeling the tip of my cock very deep inside her. “Alexxxxx…” she whimpered as she her cum, thick, white and creamy, coated my dick. Seeing it, drove me insane even more. I fucked through it, turning her cries into sobs of pleasure.

The slap of skin on skin filled the air, mingling with her breathy cries and his muffled groans. Sweat beaded on their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex—musky, intoxicating. Vanessa ground down particularly hard, circling her hips to grind against him, and Daniel felt the first tremors of her orgasm building. "Oh fuck, Professor... you're hitting it just right. Right there." Her walls fluttered around him, squeezing rhythmically, and she threw her head back, a keening wail escaping as she came—hard, soaking his cock and thighs with her release.

Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

His skin, even though his shirt was stopping me I can still feel his skin against my touch and his body itself was perfectly built and so pleasurable to touch. His pulse quickened as he looked down at my hands touching him, but did nothing to stop me. I could feel how turned on I was by one fucking touch and how much more I want to do now that I already felt his skin against my hands. It's fucking adding. I rose slightly on my tiptoes so that I was now even closer to him and our lips were almost touching. We were both in trance looking at each other's lips, breathing heavily with my hands on his chest. I can feel my hands and my whole damn body shaking under his influence.

Season 2 Synopsis of Sinful Escape By DB Novels She was betrayed. Framed. Broken. Now she’s reborn. After surviving the ultimate betrayal by her husband and lover, Sera Carter sheds her name, her face, and her past—emerging from prison as the ruthless and mysterious Arianna Vale. Love? That word died the day Raven and Ethan kissed in front of her cell. Now, she doesn’t trust. She doesn’t feel. She seduces, manipulates, and destroys. Every man she kisses, every deal she makes, every move she plans—is fueled by a single burning desire:

I pumped my fingers in and out of myself, my hips rolling off the hard bench. "It feels so good, Father Edmund," I gasped out, panting as I kept my eyes locked on his shadow through the screen. "I’m fingering myself right in front of you. Come on, tell me I'm going to hell. Tell me I'm a sinner while you listen to me fuck myself like a dirty little whore I am." The booth rattled violently, making me jump. A loud bang echoed through the small space as he slammed his door shut, leaving the confession booth.

I look at Sinful, wondering where his mate is, who his mate is. "I'm still Lust," he smirks. "How about naked?" Cian shakes his head, not looking amused. Usually Cian doesn’t shy away from pushing someone to the edge of their paitence, so clearly there is something about Sinful that really gets under his skin. "You invited us here, Sinful..." "Fine," Sinful rolls his eyes. "I look for a moment's entertainment and I get crucified for it." Sinful waves his hands again, and suddenly we are all dressed in swimming clothes, my original clothes having vanished into thin air. I blink, unsure if I should be offended or not at the very intrusive magic Sinful used to essentially change us into complet

My skin—the skin that had been bruised by Alexei’s betrayal and scarred by the Council’s lash—was beginning to crack. Large, grey flakes of my old self began to peel away. They fell to the frozen floor like dead leaves, turning to dust before they even hit the ground. I did not scream. I felt lighter with every piece of the past that fell away. Beneath the old skin, my new body was shimmering. It was smooth, seamless, and looked like a diamond mixed with moonlight. It was harder than any steel, yet it felt as natural as my own breath. I was no longer a girl of flesh and bone. I was a living weapon of silver.