Sly Grin Novels & Stories

he calls me while grabbing my left wrist, "Please. We're so good together." "We're good as friends, not other than that!" "Don't lie. We're good as friends and at fucking too." "Are you kidding me?" I scoff in disbelief, "You'd fuck anything with a pussy. And with that big ego you have in your head, you'd say you're good at fucking to everyone. But no. NO, Mr Sinclair. I'm not gonna be one of them. We are done. We are fucking done!" "You can say we are fucking done, but there's no way we are done fucking."

I don't have a chance to ask him how it tastes before he moves back between my legs and I lose it right there when he drags his tongue down my cunt, leaving a trail of the cream before taking another lick to suck his cream off my pussy. "You taste so fucking sweet. " He grunts when he meets my eyes again. Sinclair repeats the process so many times till I'm a trembling mess in his hold and my orgasm shoots through me like a wild volcano. Without giving me time to get down from my high, he raises my legs to either side of his shoulder and I shiver when the tip of his cock grazes my pussy. "Happy birthday, My Sin. " I smile when he meets my eyes and there's that sparkle again. "You always make

My tone questions without having to say anything else. I turn back to look at him, the sweet smile from moments ago is gone. Replaced with pure sin slashed across his full lips. I watch his pupils dilate just slightly, enough to tell me whatever the grunting is, it’s no bad thing. “Frankfurter, you’re gonna love this.”

“So stop calling me ‘sir.’” A small smile escaped my lips before I could stop it. “I actually like your name,” I admitted quietly. “I think I’ll call you Sly instead.” For the second time that night, Sylvester smiled. And honestly? Seeing a man like him smile felt strangely dangerous. My heart skipped embarrassingly hard. —---- The rest of the ride passed mostly in silence. Not uncomfortable silence. Just… quiet.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

He grinned. “Fuck yeah.”

is a hot mess of testosterone and aggression. “Hi,” Kylian's lookalike says, his voice low and smooth. His smile is sly, a thin-lipped, insincere grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. His attention is fixed on Scarlett, who shudders at the sight of him, like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

He gives me that devious smile, "I guess the Alpha wants to be fucked." He slams into me harder and deeper than before. I fist the sheets and scream my answer, "YES!" Over and over, Silas slams his cock in and out. "Silas," I scream. "That's the only name you will ever scream." I might split in two, but I don't want him to stop. "Fuck Syd, you have no idea how good you feel." My screams are a mix of pleasure and pain. "More, Silas." He is holding back; I can feel it.

He shot me that signature, sly grin of his. “I’m starting to think you might actually like me.”

he said as he yawned, stretching his arms above his head. A puff of smoke appeared and enveloped his feet up to his lower legs. It slowly thickens. "What do you want?," a grumpy voice resonated from it, giving off a deep and strong accent. Looking down with a bored face, the smoke sufficed and revealed an Egyptian Sphynx cat looking back at him with an annoyed face. "Quit it, Pug. This is important," he answered and continued walking down the hallway, passing by the crowd earlier. "You know I heard, the second serving of ice cream is here so let's go. It'll be a great opportunity."