Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

By, Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 ✮•✮•✮•✮ ••BLACK VENOM COB•• Inside a room, Rexton could be seen laying on the bed with tubes connected to him as the machine beeped slowly at intervals.

His soft yet warm touches give her butterflies. Xavier lowered himself down and exposed her skin fully parting away her shirt. Her black lacy bra appears in front of him with the hidden treasure behind them. He was becoming hungrier with time. He looked up at Valentina and saw her looking at him with anticipation. Xavier took that as his cue to continue. He softly brushed his lips on her tummy. Valentina squirmed and shuddered and Xavier held her onto place. He kissed upwards until he reached the valley in between her two accessories. He buried his face in between them and lavished kisses there. Valentina tugged on his hair and Xavier groaned. °Present°

he rumbled warningly. Velvet looked up at him coquettishly from beneath her lashes as she popped the button on his jeans. "I need you, daddy, stop fighting it" she purred, dragging down his zipper. Zavian's impressive cock sprang free, and Velvet wrapped her small hand around it. She gave him a few experimental strokes, admiring how thick and long he was. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip and she used her thumb to spread it around the head.

Her breathing became louder. Caleb stood up and took off his pants. His cock was hard. It stood up straight, thick and long. The head was smooth and a bit wet at the tip. Betty reached out and touched it with her hand. It felt very hot. She moved her fingers up and down slowly. Caleb made a low sound from his throat. He got on the bed between her legs. He rubbed his cock against her wet pussy. Up and down, not going in yet. Betty wanted him. "Put it in," she said.

Coco was already frustrated out of her mind that she had to keep pretending to like Eloha when she had also set her sight on something more important to her that was going to bring in more money than she ever anticipated. "Let's go straight to the point. I know what you are doing and trust me Vincenzo would hate you more than the gratitude he wanted to show." Coco declared Eloha shot her opponent a wicked smile because she never expected that her cover would be blown so soon but if Coco could agree to be on her side then she will be safe forever it has a simple as that. The only difference between the both of them was the fact that she desperately wanted this position and had worked her way

"From yourself" "Don't start making be believe you're truely a psycho,Xayne?". "Things always get cozy between you two so with me here". "What do you mean by cozy cos it doesn't make any sense in your sentence?". "Cozy".She whispered in a seductive biting her lower lip. "Oh my GOd!".Celeste's jaw dropped. "So i'm kinda an Anti coxy down here".She said crossing her legs. "You know i still wonder why you haven't gotten a boyfiend with

Her small suitcase sat locked right beside her, acting as a meager shield against the vast, dark unknown of the Velmora Academy grounds. She was completely unaware of the sudden, heavy silence that fell over the forest path. The wind seemed to die down, and even the distant rustle of the trees grew quiet. Crunch. The sharp sound of heavy leather boots crushing dry leaves echoed through the darkness. A pair of pristine, expensive combat boots came to a sudden halt right in front of the bench where Elara was curled up. A tall, imposing shadow fell over her sleeping form as a young man leaned down, examining her through the dim, flickering amber light of the single lamppost.

Steve said making the motions of knighting an invisible kneeling man with a sword. “You don’t understand,” Cara said. She was sitting on the edge of the recliner making wild hand gestures as she spoke. She was manic and Steve could tell. “Now I get it,” Steve said. “Get what?” Cara asked. “That tattoo on your back. The one over your butt crack.” “What do you mean?” “It’s a picture of Jack the ripper, with fangs. Now I get the connection.” “The tattoo shop didn’t have a vampire dressed like Jack the ripper so I had them put fangs on what they had.”

Cassandra Salvatore ~•~ My dress pooled at the bottom of my feet at his command, revealing my nude form, and as I made a move to remove my heels, Matteo's deep and commanding voice stopped me. "Leave the heels on." My face was a constant shade of red as they looked at me like I was their last meal. "What's your safe word, baby?" "Vanilla." I breathed out. "Good girl, go lay on the bed on your back."

“You think you can break a lunar bond by sheer will? If you pull her away from him now, you’ll kill her. Or worse—you’ll finish the transformation before she’s ready.” Evelyn let out another bone-rattling growl, her nails raking down Kael’s arm and drawing blood. The scent of it flooded the air, rich and coppery. She froze at the taste of it on her tongue, horror and desire warring in her chest. Kael only tightened his embrace, ignoring the blood dripping down his skin. “Take it,” he growled in her ear, voice hoarse. “If it eases the fire, take it. I won’t let you burn alone.”