Vile Vixen Xxx Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice trembling slightly despite my desperate efforts to hold it steady. Julian smiled a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that sent a violent spike of electricity straight to my core. He didn't pull back. Instead, his free hand came up, his broad palm resting flat against the small of my back, pulling my hips flush against the hard edge of the desk.

She wanted to see what he looked like when all his barriers were down. Suddenly, she had a moment of clarity. All of her lessons with Mrs. Mercy and the numerous erotic texts she translated circulated through her brain. She knew a way to wipe the smug smirk off his face. She slid off his lap, ignoring his protests. She slowly kneeled in front of him, spreading his legs to accommodate her. Alex furrowed his eyebrows, “What are you-” but before he could finish, she slid her hand up and down his already hard length. He hissed, his hips coming off the couch as she slid her hand up and down slowly.

The woman was drop-dead gorgeous, with a lithe little body that just never quit… and even though Cole had spent almost four years working with Vixen and appreciating her abundant charms, he’d never even once been tempted to take her to one of the back fuck rooms. In Satan’s, Vixen was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times, though Cole knew that to not be true, at all. What was true was that she had been the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s whore… and she owned that moniker, without shame. The woman was smokily and sexily hot, about that there was no doubt, and she had the brazen, aggressive, unpolishe

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA POV Vix stopped me as I was quite a distance from that woman. "What did she want? " she inquired. She was curious about the gossip, which I would share with her later. I tilted my head slightly. "She wanted a reminder of what a prostitute looks like. "

Vixen pushed off the wall almost immediately, stretching like a cat that just finished eating the canary. “Alright, Damien. We’re square. I’m out.” She jerked her chin at her crew. “Let’s bounce boys, before these people start group-hugging us next.” “What’s wrong with group hugs? I think it’s cute,” Agnes said, shrugging, already bracing for backlash.

While his head was kept in my hands, he touched my toe. "Oww.." I stopped moving my arms and screamed. "Fortunately nothing is wrong with the bone. Try to use your thighs and chest to hit people. If you want to cause damage to me, it's better to scratch or bite." What is this madman talking about? What is all this nonsense about my chest and thighs? It's better to scratch and bite? Is he not only a psychopath but also a masochist? Crazy! What kind of fairytale is this?! Hello, dear author, am I missing something here?

He folded one hand behind him and raised the other hand, as if preparing to explain something to a friend or student with full appreciation. “You are a child born from a mixture of vampire and wolf-shifter, right on Kliwon Friday night and on the events of the Red Moon. The combination of the three makes them, mystical creatures, worry. You prove that fear by—” “Killing INDICENT guys,” I continued in a sharp tone. “I told you to say what you want to say to the point, not explain something I already know.” Reksa the devil lowered his two arms and grinned. “That means you already understand how your kind wants Barbara Alexander Brawijaya to die in the middle of the Demon Forest, with the reaso

There’s no faking it in the slightest when I lose control, my pussy squelching as I moan like Beverlythe whore. I’m a wreck on the bed when I’m done coming and he pulls the dildo out of me. I could lie here in the aftermath all night long, but he wastes no time in going back to the mini bar and gesturing me over with a click of his fingers. Fuck. My whole body is wobbly as I drop to the floor and crawl to him. I’m sure my makeup must be a total mess as I grin up at User 677 like he’s a king. “More champagne, little whore?”

Before I could register what was happening I was on top of a screaming Celeste. “Look what you've done you bitch. Get off me!” She cried out looking at her hand. I scrambled to get off her. “ I am sorry.” I said, offering her my hand. “Sorry! Sorry, you did that on purpose.” She growled, slapping my hand away. I looked down at my hand and some of her blood was in my palm. “Celeste it….” Kierra's voice faded away. I looked around and I was in a familiar forest, this was a forest in the Vile Fang pack’s territory.

When he pulled out, I thought it was over. But it wasn’t. He uncuffed my ankles, flipped me onto my back, and re-cuffed me with my legs spread wide open. Then he picked up a thick vibrating dildo from the wall. “No… please, I can’t take any more…” He turned it on high and shoved it deep into my pussy. The intense vibrations made my eyes roll back as he fucked me with it mercilessly at the same time, he pinched and twisted my nipples, then leaned down and sucked hard on my clit.