Velvet X Coco Novels & Stories

I sink to the hilt with a guttural curse, feeling her clench around both cocks at once. “Fuck—tight—gods, Veleria, you’re strangling me,” I growl, teeth grazing her shoulder. “Such a good little slut for us. Taking two cocks like it’s nothing. Gonna take the third down your throat too.” She moans around Valentino—vibrations making him curse under his breath, hips jerking forward. Then we move. Synchronized. Ruthless. Worshipful. Vincenzo thrusting up into her cunt—long, deep strokes that hit that spot every time.

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.

Beside me in the driver's seat, Camille turned on the stereo, blaring loud music. “Woo-hoo!” She yelped in excitement, gripping the steering wheels tighter. “My best friend is single again!” I laughed, forgetting about my broken heart for a second. “Don’t be so dramatic, Camille.” “I’ll be dramatic all I want, babes. Anyway, guess where we’re celebrating at tonight?” I shrugged. Her brows danced teasingly as she announced; “To Velvet Vibe, baby! Beverly Hill’s most exclusive underground strip club. We’re pole dancing for rich, hot Hollywood daddies tonight.”

The room was soundproof and so whatever happened there couldn't be heard outside. Jovena inserted her hand into his boxers for the second time to massage him again as he groaned in pleasure. He made her sit on his table as he pulled a condom from his desk and rolled it on. He opened the zip of her shorts as he roughly thrust into her making her throw her head back in ecstasy. “Zoëlla, conoce a mi prometida coco, Coco conoce a Zoëlla." Dante introduced themself as the descended the staircase.

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."

Havermouth, Two Weeks Before The vampire’s chuckle was devilish, Rhett decided as he turned back to the bed with a shiver of anticipation. He watched as Cameron and Heath traded the wine bottle between them and Aislen moaned and writhed beneath their mouths, reaching up to pull them to her to exchange kisses. Heath’s hands had freed her hair, and it tumbled again around her shoulders, her efforts to keep it out of the wine forgotten in their passion.