Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

*** *Sophia’s POV* The men grabbed my ankles and dragged me from the darkness under the bed into the hallway. The searing pain of the gunshot wound in my thigh sent shooting spasms through my body, and I could feel my stitches tearing open with each tug. My eyes landed on a white-haired man in a black leather jacket, his face illuminated by the orange fluorescent lights. His voice, jagged and heavy with an Italian accent, filled the hall. "We've met before," he said, eerily calm. "I'm Vincent."

*** **** So Xavier's in again🥴🚶 Some of you liked him, some of you didn't... But let's see what he'll do...is he really nice or is he not? I like him...I mean he's hot...I could live against his muscular chest🤤 but Celeste seem to prefer Zillon's chest.... Your thoughts...your gems🥰😈✌️

Violet began to synthesize the words that Marys spoke and she looked at Marys and Aiyana who nodded like they understood what her facial expressions meant. “The bond you speak of. It is the bond between Scarlet and I, isn’t it?” They nodded in agreement. “And this room, it belongs to her, isn’t it?” She added and they nodded again. Her shoulders dropped and she looked at the door once again.

, and pressed her own intimacy against my lascivious cock. We were worse than the most indecent animals in the world. Worse than rabbits, who had sex just for pleasure and very fast. The two were on the verge of surrendering. The two knew what was coming after that queench that went up from the feet to the spine. But they both wanted to prolong the situation. And Joana held firmly in the hand that I held on her hip, as in a silent warning that I couldn't even think of stopping. We would only stop when there was no more strength, when she couldn't breathe anymore.

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Lacey snatched Coco's hand and pulled her into the villa. Normally the little house was a tidy place with minimal furniture. Lacey had turned it into the wedding headquarters and commandeered folding tables, extra chairs and all sorts of things. Four long dress bags hung from the ledge just under the windows at the vaulted peak of the roof. Three were black. The fourth was white. "Wow," Coco muttered. "Mimosa?" Lacey crossed to the kitchenette and bar area. "Sure." Hell, it might relax Coco's nerves enough so she could enjoy today.

Finally, they arrived at their floor and the doors opened. They walked the short corridor to their respective doors. Vespera had reached her door but then she stopped and turned. Ezekiel had his key card out but noticing that the figure wasn't moving, he looked at her. "Is everything alright?" were his first words to her for the evening. Vespera smiled and walked back to meet him. "Yes, everything is alright. There is an industry event happening on Friday." She informed him. "The Vine Entertainment showcase. I have two seats."

And now this. The hidden folder under SEXY. Dr. Elena Voss and her twins living secretly in Zurich. Fifty-seven others. And now Amara Kline — young, brilliant, ambitious — receiving the kind of passionate, consuming kiss that proved Charles right in the most visceral way. I slipped out of the lounge before they could see me, legs unsteady. The corridor blurred as I walked. Every step replayed the kiss in excruciating detail: Shawn’s hand fisted in her hair, the way his body had pressed into hers, the hunger I recognized all too well. My own body betrayed me with a traitorous flush of heat, but my heart felt frozen.

A beautiful moment of dreamy mayhem. "I could write about you forever," Alex stammered, his words reminiscent of our earlier conversation. His thrusts began to falter ever so slightly as we both chased the remnants of our climaxes. The x-rated sounds of skin slapping skin bounced off the outer walls of his chateau, continuing to fill both my ears and those who lived even a mile away. His wicked groans accompanying my stolen moans reflected the notes of an irreligious hymn everything about our twilight rendezvous screamed sin.

Calvin and Vanessa engage in a night of uncontrolled passion in a meticulously prepared loft. The room, adorned with mirrors and candles, sets the stage for a night of no limits. Their encounter is intense, with Calvin taking control and Vanessa responding with equal fervor. ******************************* The loft was a sanctuary of shadows and soft light, a space Calvin had meticulously prepared for this night. The air was thick with anticipation as Vanessa Crood, her wild spirit observable, stepped inside. The room was scanty yet inviting, with a large bed dominating the center, its sheets already rumpled from their earlier encounter in the alley.