So Pure So Flirtatious Novels & Stories

Clare was looking at Blake, smirking. My "friend" and I later left the clinic for them. He was sooo flirty! He could not let me be for a second. This is not the real him, girls flirt with him, he doesn't flirt with girls. Except if he's on a mission or....ion know. Just like he played Tinashe. So you gotta be careful with this Greek god He helped me with my maths. I suggested that, he can't just be asking are you okay all the time without me gaining anything from him.

Sophie exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. "Shut up, Sophie." Aaron yelled at her, irritated by her high pitched voice. "Oh please, why should I shut up. I guess the rumors are true after all, you are in love with your sister and your sister is also in love with you, I'm pretty sure that's the reason why she marched up to us angrily, screaming and shouting your name. Why am I even surprise, the both of you are disgusting." Sophie spats out, eyes the both of then then walked away.

'Tame the rage,' She sends to my mind and I can not even remember why I was mad in the first place. She then caresses the furred face of my mate, he lowers his head and seems to wag his tail happily. But she did not stop with us, and she kept walking towards the vampyr, whose eyes grew wide and posture seemed to change by the second. As she reached them, Aen gave a step back. Her eyes were locked on the Vampyr and his eyes were locked in hers, but he was smiling, and his arms spread to let her walk into his. "Grathom igh… kish Moone." And they kissed.

, I tease. “Of course! I promised to be professional”,he comes out of his trance and tries to look me more in the eyes than the other parts.- I loved the concept of you being without clothes. It gives an illusion that fragrance is the only thing wearing you and nothing else... - Your voice is awkward and I get the feeling that your hands are shaky even though they are naturally a little shaky. “ I'm sure that's not the reason you like my concept…”, I insult and for the first time he seems unwilling to strike back.

I am too soft for it. ***

Seeing how flashy she was and how she smiled at me, trying to flirt with me gave me a bad impression about her. Her vibes was that of a rich, spoilt lady, someone who has a lot of wealth and can afford to live a luxurious lifestyle. She was putting on a well tailored short red gown that fit her body well and flatter her figure. She reeked of exorbitant perfumes that made me moved a bit away from her. Well, she have a well-groomed and polished look. She had a clear and radiant complexion, with well-manicured nails and styled hair and well-developed shoulders.

It was awkward having Matt behind us as I twirled round to Meryl's touch. But as my lips claimed her lips, the image of Matt faded in the background. Meryl was quite tensed, her body trembled in my arms constantly, and I knew she was holding herself back. I parted her legs, pressed my frame between them and leaned in to press more sultry kisses on her swollen lips. "Kiss me, Meryl," I hummed, taking her lower lip in a slow, seductive love bite.

A man approached me, wearing a dark suit and too much perfume. He pushed a drink towards me. “Too beautiful to be alone,” he said. I pushed the drink back to him. “You can keep it.” He smiled wider. “Care for a dance.” “No.” I snapped. “I’ll pay for your drinks.” “I can pay myself.” “Name your price, gorgeous.” The way he looked at me made my skin crawl. “Go away,” I said quietly, “or I’ll pour this on your suit.” He left, muttering curses underneath his breath.

Raw moans, sweaty bodies, sweet filthy words that kept me dripping. "You are my sweet sugargirl now," he whispered as we finally rested. "And I am going to keep you satisfied."

“What are you waiting for? Take what you’ve wanted. Use me like the filthy slut I am for you.” I flipped her onto her back on the couch, her dress pushed up to her waist. Her panties were black lace, soaked. I dragged them down her legs slowly, watching her pussy come into view, pink, wet, perfectly waxed. I love clean waxed pussy. The scent hit me: pure sex. Fuck, I buried my face between her thighs without warning. She cried out, fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh fuck…yes lick my pussy, baby. Taste how wet I am for you.”