Jace, being the asshole he was, continued to thrust into me, so slowly that it was barely noticeable. “We were watching a horror movie”—he nodded to the movie on the screen—“and your daughter got … scared. Wanted me to come watch it with her.”Mom glanced at the TV, a look of relief crossing her face, and she held a hand to her chest. Jace stilled inside of me, groaning against my ear. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me, my pussy immediately being filled with his thick cum. My pussy pulsed on his cock, wanting to make sure he gave me all of it.“Oh, well, it looks like you two got along quite well when we were gone,” she said, smiling.All I wanted was for her to leave, so I could scream out into Jace’s palm and fucking ride his cock until I came again.“I’m so happy you’re finally working things out,” she said. Jace’s dad called her from the kitchen, and she looked over. “I’ll be back later on.”She said something that I couldn’t quite hear and walked away, leaving the door o
Leave, Alpha, just leave, so I can stop thinking about this innate urge I have to rip off your shorts and let you have me.“Look at me when you speak, Violet.”I swallowed hard and glanced up at him through my lashes.He grasped my jaw in his rough, callous palm, and forced me to cock my head up and really look at him. His eyes were a golden brown. The moonlight flooded in through the window and bounced off his sculpted face.“I don’t care if you’re a virgin.”Something in me snapped, tears filling the brim of my eyes. All of the doubts and insecurities plagued my mind. Every night, listening to the girls talk about him like they were his. It was like he went from woman to woman and didn’t care. What if I ended up being one of those women to him?I slammed my hands into his chest, needing him to get away from me so I could think clearly. He stumbled back, caught off guard.“This is probably what you tell all the girls before you take them to bed, isn’t it?”He furrowed his brows, gold
He slipped a finger inside of me, and I clenched around him. Thrusting it in and out, he moved his fingers until my panties were soaked with my juices.I moaned, my back arching hard. “I’m only yours.”He curled his fingers inside of me, hitting my G-spot, and I came hard.My body trembled. My hands grasped his wrists. I dug my heels into the mattress, trying to scramble up to the headboard. The pleasure came in waves, hitting me all at once, then slowly every few moments.When I came down from my high and sank into the bed, Axel pulled his fingers out of me, stuck them into his mouth, and sucked off all the juices while staring directly down at me. He groaned, his canines growing only slightly. “You taste so fucking good, Violet.” I could hear the tenseness in his voice, as if he was trying so hard to hold himself back.I stared up at him, my heart racing. I couldn’t believe I was here with him, staring at my mate, letting him touch me. I wanted all of him tonight. I wanted him to ta
His cock sprang out, grazing against my stomach. I stared down at it with wide eyes.“Touch it,” he said.I wrapped my hand around its base, barely able to get my whole hand around it. He lightly grasped my throat and pulled me toward him, caressing my cheek with his other hand.“I’m claiming you tonight. I’m making you mine. I’m going to be deep inside of you.” He pressed his lips to mine and pushed me back onto the bed.He crawled between my legs, pressing his cock against my entrance. He brushed his canines against the side of my neck, his breath warm. “Tell me you want me. Tell me I’m yours.”I curled my hand into his soft hair. “You’re mine,” I said, pulling him closer.At that moment, he sank his canines deep into my neck and plunged himself into me at the same time. I screamed out, the pressure almost too much to handle.He pumped in and out of me slowly, licking his mark and helping it heal. Pleasure pumped through my body, and I curled my toes. The pain slowly disappeared, an
And then they were done. He pulled out of the whore. Donna Paxtor moaned in delight, clearly satiated like I was. I stepped back from the window, pulling up my jeans and buttoning them. I stared at the juices on my fingers then bolted.I had to think. Reflect.And my reflection led me to my current position, kneeling on the floor of the deacon’s office before Sunday Service, the door locked, and Deacon Bill Paxtor’s slacks around his ankles, his boxers around his knees. His cock thrust at me, hard and angry.Seducing the cuckold turned out to be quite easy...He and his wife, Donna, always showed up early to help setup the church along with my family. While my father slipped into his office to ready for his sermon, and my mother and the whore were busy making sure all the printed off sermon guides were on the pews, I headed to seduce Deacon Bill, a coquettish smile on my face.He was a handsome man, old, in his thirties, tall, handsome, with the roguish good-looks of a James Dean—well
The tone of his voice changed. His eyes hardened. He seized my hand and pulled it from his crotch. I gasped at how tight his grip was. He stood, his chair sliding back on its wheels, and marched around his small desk, pulling my arm with him. I knocked over his pen cup, spilling them across the floor.“You really want to be a whore, Alexandra?” he demanded.The word sent a shudder through me. I almost blurted out, “I want to be a whore just like your wife.” But I didn’t. I had a feeling that wouldn’t end well. No man liked to hear his woman cheated on him, even when he was about to have a sixteen-year-old suck on his cock.“Yes,” I said instead.He smiled, his eyes flicking down to my bodice. The dress was tight, my breasts swelling the front. I was already bigger than my mother. Nice, round double D’s, the envy of all the girls at school. And it was clear he appreciated them.“You’ve really turned into a strumpet,” he said. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve grown, matured. I’ve wondered i
He groaned, his eyes wide, his suit jacket rustling. His hips moved, sliding his dick in and out of my mouth. It pressed deeper, brushing the back of my throat before sliding back until only the crown remained. I sucked hard the entire time, pleasing him, reveling in the delicious, sexual delight of sucking a married man’s cock.Of being a whore like Donna.“Jesus,” he groaned. “What a hot mouth. Damn, you know how to suck cock. Oh, I had no idea. Does your mother suck cock like this?” He chuckled. “I doubt that tight ass does anything but lies like a dead fish beneath your father. No wonder he found another cunt.”I giggled as I frigged my pussy through my panties. If my father had to find other women for satisfaction because my mom was a prude, what did that say about Deacon Bill’s prowess?My fingers brushed my clitoris, massaging the hard bud. I had quickly learned this was my favorite spot to touch. I pressed the cotton into it, savoring the fabric’s feel on my sensitive pussy as
I licked my lips, savoring the flavor of her husband’s cum as I turned back and nodded to my father’s sermon. He was such a sexy man. Such passion in his voice, in his face. The same passion with which he fucked the whore.And my mother did not appreciate it one bit.After my father’s sermon, which left me wet and itching and eager to commit more sin, the collection plate passed around. My mother slipped me a crisp $5 bill to drop in. It never made sense to me. My father’s salary was paid by the tithe. My mother then gave me $5 of it to drop back into the plate.An endless cycle.As I waited for the plate, I slipped the note I had written earlier into the folded $5 and shuddered when I dropped it into the brass plate lined with red velvet, joining the bills and checks and coins. I passed it on to my mother, who dropped a check in. The ushers collected it and took it to the treasury.My note would then get discovered.A hot flutter shot through me as church ended. I endured the endless