Novel & Cerita Spicy Scenes In Fourth Wing

I moaned loudly, pushing back against him as he railed me hard, the city lights sparkling behind us. The four men watched, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. Richard fucked me for several minutes, grunting with every thrust, then pulled out and came across my ass, marking me for the camera. Then my men joined. Ryan took my pussy next, fucking me in deep doggy style while Kai pushed into my ass, double-penetrating me on camera. Marcus fed me his cock, and Tyler filmed every second, zooming in on my face as I moaned like a whore.

His wings flared outward, brushing the stone and rattling chains somewhere in the room. “Both,” he growled again, “hands.” Her heart hammered. Her body trembled. His thrusts made it nearly impossible to think, let alone obey. Every thrust was dizzying. Every hit of his cock to the deepest parts of her channel made white fire flash behind her eyes. Apollo slammed into her without mercy, without restraint. He moved on pure fire-breathing, lust-filled adrenaline. Her free hand shook. She lifted it anyway, breath trembling, reaching for the second wing. But right before she touched it, the rhythm of his hips broke her concentration, and her hand snapped outward too suddenly.

But from the side came a cold snort. Lance stepped forward, looking down at me with that familiar condescension. "If you think using another man to provoke me will get my attention," he said coolly, "then you're being childish." I was about to respond when Natasha let out a sharp cry. We turned toward her—she was clutching her ankle, eyes red. "Lance, I twisted my foot. It hurts so much." The coldness in Lance's expression melted instantly. Panic flickered across his features as he rushed over and swept her into his arms. "I'll take you to the hospital."

— Two. Another blow, lower. On my thigh. The skin burns, as if a branding iron had been pressed there. The spectators hold their breath, some leaning forward, eyes wide. an invisible hand strokes my shoulder , no, not a hand, a gaze. That of the woman with the slick lips. She has slipped her hand into her panties, her fingers moving slowly, hypnotized by the spectacle. — Three, I hiss, my voice trembling. Kael crouches beside me, his hot breath near my ear.

Naya'il - the angel of testing the devotion or faith As I watched her embrace Hunter, I felt reality sink in. That girl was as beautiful as I was flawed. She looked perfectly matched for Hunter, the way I knew I would never be. I turned away from them, gathered my tray and quickly dashed towards the next exit. Tears blinded my eyes. I tried to blink them back before I had the misfortune of running into either Chaise or Denise who would definitely ask what was going on.

Her wrists still trembled from the cuff marks, even though they’d been freed. Lilith was seated again…watching. Smoking. Her hair perfectly in place, her mouth calm. The Fourth crawled up behind Ava like a shadow. “Spread her again,” she said. Marla obeyed instantly. She gripped Ava’s thighs and yanked them wide open, exposing her soaked, swollen center. Ava whimpered. “Please…” “No begging unless it’s to stop,” The Fourth snapped. “And you don’t want that, do you?” Ava shook her head. “No, ma’am.”

Tears pour down my face from the intensity. But they don’t stop. Mr. Reynolds pulls out of my throat with a wet pop, strings of thick spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening shaft. “Good girl. Now get on all fours like the bitch you are.” I obey instantly, dropping to my hands and knees on the living room floor, ass up, back arched, completely exposed for the cameras. Jax moves in front of me and forces his cock down my throat while Mr. Reynolds kneels behind me and slams his thick cock into my dripping pussy in one powerful thrust.

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Almost immediately, he ducks as his height nearly collides with one of the lamps. Damn, Trevor Willis is sexy surrounded by garish colorful lights. That’s not something just any man could pull off. As I get closer, his stare fills me with something new. The butterfly wings in my tummy come to flight. It’s as if he’s lost sight of the rest of the world. It’s as if his entire being is standing and seeing only me. I hope I’m right because at that moment I feel the same way. The bright decorations could fall and the chandeliers could crash to the floor, and it wouldn’t matter because we’re seeing one another.

“Good boy. You’ll learn your place with your tongue first.” Behind me, the third woman pressed a palm to my back and shoved me forward, bending me on all fours. My cock jutted out, leaking, swinging helplessly in the cool air. “Perfect,” she purred. “Spread him. Let’s see how well he worships.” The fourth climbed onto my back, her thighs gripping my sides, her heat pressing against me through her lace. She leaned down, licking the side of my neck, then biting hard enough to make me yelp.