Wanton Novels & Stories

‘You got the coward part right. ‘He’s not just a coward. He’s a half-baked twatwaffle with a megaphone for a mouth.’ ‘Twatwaffle?’ I laughed. ‘You, ah, seem to have picked up some new vocabulary.’ ‘I’ve got loads more. That sad little fart-stain, walking around like his mouth’s directly wired to his arse. Honestly, if he had half a brain cell, it’d die of loneliness. Calling him useless is an insult to actual useless things. He and Catherine should get married already—perfect match, right down to the trash they spew. Cupid’s algorithm finally doing its job.’

Show me how much you want your step-bro's dick. I sat myself up a little, mouth watering. I started sucking slowly on him at the tip, from the deep onset, halfway in, he was already gagging me and bringing tears to my eyes. He moaned loudly in pleasure, grabbing at my hair. "Deeper. Take all of it." I relaxed my jaw so it could push, stretching it in my mouth. Slowly, I swallowed him, almost throwing up when it touched the back of my throat. "Just like that. Choke on my dick, little bro." He was groaning whilst slowly continuing face fucking me.

“Ah, the wolf queen and her little dragon princess. Still standing, still spitting defiance. How… quaint.” Cheyenne arched a brow, crossing her arms like she was bored rather than standing in the heart of enemy territory. “Quaint? That’s a five-dollar word for someone who looks like he hasn’t showered since the Ice Age.” Tora smirked, folding her arms to mirror her sister. “Careful, Alida. He might take that as a compliment. You know how villains are — all greasy hair and broody speeches. Bet he practices them in the mirror.”

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV As father put it, today was the day I would finally meet the man who would own me. Apparently, I will become his bitch. I would rather stab out my own eyes and eat them than be someone's property. Who do these guys think they are?