Smut Imagines Novels & Stories

Her slender fingers trembled ever so slightly. Pale blue smoke rose. It blurred her calm, beautiful face. She smoked slowly and stared at the indecent photos on the desk. Her thoughts drifted far back into the past. She was twenty-eight at the time. She was already Monhattan’s most sought-after mergers and acquisitions lawyer. A Vitale family port acquisition triggered a federal investigation. The first time Matteo sat across from her in her office, his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. His eyes were razor-sharp.

The voice is deep, and although refined, sounds dangerous. Then I hear another voice------ voices I mean. “She’s trembling.” “She’s ready.” “Slut already knows what she came for.” Slut. That words that's an insult to some makes my breath hitch, and my thighs clench together. I have never been normal, and although I'm ashamed of my needs and urges, that's exactly why I'm here; to do sick, degrading things that normal people will throw up at. Pain makes me quiver, humiliation makes me leak pussy juices down my legs and degrading words bring me pure, dirty pleasure.

His scent—cedar, smoke, him—filled my lungs and steadied me. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I didn't know. I didn't know I—" "Shh," he said. "You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." I looked up at him. His silver eyes were soft, tender. Nothing like the cold playboy everyone saw. "I'm a Mute Omega," I said. My voice was raw, barely a whisper. "That means I'm—" "Dangerous," he said. "Yeah. I heard."

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

But the more She understood, the more She didn't understand why her lover would do things that It should not be done by men to beautiful women like Syamsa, although when Syamsa was unconscious. “It's not that you didn't text me, Brother Qomar. I was angry because of your sweet treatment to Syamsa. You do it behind me, as if you don't know that someone is looking at you. Syamsa is indeed beautiful and attractive. She is able to sedate anyone who looks at her. Syamsa is an idol on our campus, but isn't there the slightest taste that prevents you from kissing her? You already have me. But you don't think about my feelings, ”muttered Sazkia while wiping the tears that started to melt down her fa

A smug smile played on my lips as I walked past them, my confidence emanating from every step I took. I spotted Alpha Dante's office door, slightly ajar, and I couldn't resist peeking inside. There he was, engrossed in his work, seemingly unaware of my presence. Perfect. I would make my grand entrance at the right moment, catching him off guard and asserting my importance once again.

The sun was soaring high with the cotton-like clouds. What a perfect romantic scene! The man laid her down under a soft grass-made carpet. Then he touched her soft fluffy cheeks as he smiled. Finally! Tatiana saw him smile. It was too beautiful and contagious. She could not help but to imitate his smile. But all the butterflies left her body when the man stood and walked away from her. She sat in an instant. "Mister!" she shouted at the man. But he did not look back. She wanted to move and chase the man but it was like her body was glued to the carpet. "Hey!" She called him again.

And it hadn't matter if I'm just a child at that time their fear had made me an enormous monster in their eyes. Surprisingly, it hadn't bothered me and for the first time in years, I found myself smiling. Their pain-filled scream was like music to my ears as the fire licks their skin marking them, making their nightmare a reality. Before the building burned to the ground I made sure that they all had a good look at me. I want them to remember me on every waking day of their lives. I want them to hear my laugh as they burned and writhed in pain. And when they hear my name being spoken, they'll crawl to the ground to find a safe place to hide. I want to torture them in every fucking second of

I screamed around Ethan’s shaft. We came together in a sweaty, filthy explosion. Dylan flooded my pussy with pulse after pulse of hot cum. Carter unloaded deep in my ass, the overflow leaking out around his shaft. Ethan pulled out and painted my face and tits with rope after rope of thick white cum. I kept cumming, body shaking, holes clenching, milking every last drop. We collapsed in a sticky, cum-drenched heap. Cum oozed from my stretched pussy and asshole, dripped down my thighs, and coated my chin, cheeks, and heaving breasts. My hair was a mess, my makeup ruined. I looked like the perfect used-up slut.