Viking Sex Novels & Stories

Hands on her br**st and d**k in her p**sy, Peter f**ked life off her and she completely forgot that she needed to break up with him. Peter turned her a*s to himself in a doggy position, his middle finger took care of the other hole while his d**k f**ked her pussy. Finally, his seed erupted and he let it spill on the bed. He turned her around and licked her lips lightly, slowly deepening. As they french kissed, Ivy noticed his c**k becoming firm again, so she pulled away from him, breaking the kiss.

I looked back to see the storm at great speed approaching towards my direction. " Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*k! Fu*king start!" To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

Watching him explore my body, his touch almost arrogant in its lazy assuredness, was somehow more intimate than actual sex. "Does this feel like business?” Viktor's soft voice sent shivers over my skin a second before he pinched the sensitive peaks hard. I instinctively jerked at the jolt of pain and pleasure. “Does this feel like a business to you, my wife?” No, it didn't. "No..." My reply melted into a breathy sigh when he dipped a hand between my legs. My teeth dug into my bottom lip and my hips bucked as he pressed his thumb against my clit.

The sensation of travelling up inside her was enough to make me dizzy, gripping her body ever tighter to steady me. Viktor and her wolf were completely on another planet together now as I roughly took her. She wailed as an orgasm ripped through her, pussy walls clenching tightly around but I wasn't done with her. Her head bowed into the bed as her skin gleamed with sweat in the moonlight. She was absolutely perfect, I was merciless.

One big, calloused hand stroked his massive cock, easily nine inches, thick as a wrist, veins bulging, while his eyes stayed locked on the suspended man getting machine-fucked. Vik’s gaze slowly slid to me. He didn’t look surprised. He looked… pleased. “Well, well,” he rumbled, voice deep and rough. “Looks like we have a visitor. You the pretty boy with the scratched Aston Martin?” I stood frozen, heart hammering, cock traitorously hardening in my tailored suit pants. For fucks sake! I was straight!. I had only ever been with women. But the sight of that man getting destroyed by the machine, the wet mechanical sounds, the way Vik stroked himself so casually — it unlocked something dark and h

I could swear his handprint would be there for days. "Answer me or I’ll stop." Stop? Hell, I’d die. "Yes, yes. I want more. Much more." He drove into me with animalistic force. My breasts bounced with every thrust, every powerful connection of our bodies. The sharp slap of skin meeting skin, the wet, needy sounds coming from between my pussy... it was loud, shameless, and so damn hot. God, I hoped my room was soundproof. Because I had never screamed so loudly. My legs trembled violently before finally collapsing. Viktor flipped me effortlessly, our sexes still connected. He raised my legs to his shoulders and slammed back into me, harder, deeper.

The sparks trailed down my legs, adding to the wetness between my thighs. Viktor’s hands parted my legs roughly, his eyes devouring every inch of me. I could feel my stomach tighten as his face moved closer to my most sensitive area. My head hit the pillow in bliss as Viktor’s mouth met my pussy, his tongue snaking in to lap at my clit. His hands gripped my thighs, pulling me against his face forcefully. He held my pussy to his face, devouring me with his tongue. Just as I neared the edge, Viktor pulled his face away from me reluctantly.

he hissed, his hips twitching upward. I smiled wickedly and moved back up to kiss him again, but Viktor quickly flipped us so I was on my back once more. He began his own exploration with renewed hunger, licking down my neck, between my breasts, over my stomach, and finally, spreading my legs wide. His tongue traced long, wet stripes up my dripping pussy, tasting me thoroughly before focusing on my swollen clit. Intense pleasure shot through me, and I cried out, fingers tangling desperately in his hair as my hips bucked against his mouth.

The door opened and there Steel stands. Steel gripped my thighs like his life depended on them for life; his mouth crashed into mine again, hot, desperate, and hungry.I hooked my ankles behind his back. There was no space for gentle, not tonight. Not when every creak of the floor, every breath from outside this door, made this moment taste like addiction dipped in danger.I felt him press against me—thick, hard, pulsing with need.“Look at me,” he whispered.I did.God, I am completely feverishly lost and needy.He slid into me in one slow, brutal thrust; my head fell back, mouth open, a moan caught in my throat, but his left middle finger continuously pressed into me while his other hand continu

“That’s amazing, Vik!” I can hear how younger Viktor’s heart is beating wildly when this happens and groan at the way I remember fighting what I felt for Ilya even before the Mate Bond Sighting. It was easy to fall in love with Ilya, not only was he gorgeous with his dark hair and warm brown eyes, but he felt safe. I could be myself around him; he even knew about my sexuality and didn’t think it was weird to be my best friend even if he hung around the more manly warriors in the pack.