Blazing Inferno!
Alpha Zayne Steele
You tell a girl, 'Oh yes baby, your pvssy feels good,' and somehow they hear, 'I love you,' and then suddenly, it's a bunch of expectations.
He certainly did not have the time to even deal with that.
Since when does enjoying a good pvssy without strings become such hard work? You must be meticulous in every step you take, or these females will get the wrong idea at the slightest act of kindness.
Or hear the wrong thing when you utter sweet nothings while your d!ck was hilt deep in them.
So he made it his mission to say less during the deed. With Leandra, he had still uttered a 'you are something!' And he hoped to Goddess she did not somehow hear 'I love you.'
He had laughed to himself as he entered his gates. Zayne knew that sometimes he tended to exaggerate, but the history of dealing with women gave him these impressions. He was not saying all women were like that.
All he was saying was that he would do his part and stay wordless during the deed. Just in case! Because apparently, declaring no strings attached or saying it is just sex or a one-time thing at the beginning still does not do the trick all the time.
So he'd learn along the way, and sometimes, even with all his precautions, some still come out on the other side of the night or hours of pleasure with expectations.
Zayne was beginning to wonder if that was why he had lost interest in even seeking out company for a fun night?
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***WARNING*** Slight Sexy Times
Jada Wilson
Jada sat there on this lush comfy white couch and drooled at his body frame in his position, how he had slightly turned to answer Daniel.
Goddess, it was the outline of his crotch, and damn, he just became ten times more desirable and hotter in Jada's beautiful grey eyes.
She squeezed her thighs together again and licked her lips.
"Ok, bummer, oh well," in response to his dad informing him that his sister Daniela was not home.
Turning to Jada and snapping her out of her fantasy-filled thoughts, Daniel said, "Hey, Jada, what would you like to drink? Looks like it's just you and me."
"Gin and tonic," Jada breathes, almost breathless. Darn it, she did not intend to sound like that.
Mr. Grey's eyes found hers instantly again, and he realized he was affecting young Jada. Well, seems like the old man still got it, eh?
Mr. Grey's wife was gone over ten years now, and he had never looked at another woman until now, finding Jada beautiful, ethereal, under the lighting in his living room.
What was that about?
But she was beautiful, though. However, she was young. Mr. Grey had dismissed it before it festered and left the room.
Sadly for him, it was too late for that because Jada had already decided.
Goddess, she needed to feel the length of him.
And just like that, another vivid image pops into her dirty little mind, and this time, of her in doggy style leaned forward all the way down, her chest flat on the bed, her ass all the way up in the air spread for his leisure at the edge of the bed.
With him standing behind her, knees slightly bent as he held on to her waist and pounded into her non-stop without mercy or a drop of care.
Her gray tights were soaked in the crotch area. Jada's pvssy had clenched non-stop at the image and the thought of experiencing him just like she had pictured.
She crossed her knees. Thank goodness she was sitting,
Jada, who was once thrilled to start this cat-and-mouse game with Mr. Grey, soon realizes how things backfired before they even started.
Here she was, hot, bothered, and frustrated now, and she felt like she did not have time for the games she usually enjoyed beforehand.
The image of him looking mouthwatering, as sweat ran down his chest, as he flexed in his boy shorts, and oh Goddess, the D, her naughty thoughts returned to the bulge, Jada moaned in her mind.
Thankfully werewolf cannot read thoughts because she would be mortified if Daniel could have read these thoughts.
These dirty, dirty thoughts she was suddenly having about his father.
It is so shocking how seeing someone shirtless changes things in a span of seconds. What was it about Mr. Grey?
Jada did not know.
She sat there, curious about what was going on in his mind. Her thoughts were overridden by all things Mr. Grey. Did he notice her? Did he hear her breathless answer?
As a matter of fact, she was thinking all sorts of things-- dirty, nasty things about Mr. Grey.
She had sensed a slight spark somewhere in the back of his mind. Like it was the farthest thing from his thoughts, but he found her attractive.
That is precisely what Jada loves. She loves the chase, getting their desire all the way up to full ten, and the fact that Mr. Grey was a wolf made it all the more exciting for Jada, the heights of pleasure he could bring her, her core clenched again and again, till the couch she sat on started to get soaked.
Nope, no time for cat and mouse. Jada needed him, just one time. That's all she needed.
As for the other Grey, even a blind man can see he was smitten with Aubrianne.
Taking the gin and tonic Daniel provided, Jada did a little witchy woo and dried herself and the couch she smeared with her juices.
She has been busy with her magic tonight because of Mr. Grey. First to ensure her arousal was masked, then now to dry herself and a bloody couch.
Jada, get a grip!
What next, she wonders, but then she smiles wickedly.
Jada got up, walked to the little bar area, sat on the bar stool, propped her head on her hand, stared at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar shelves, sipped on her drink, and thought about her next move.
'Looks like I will be having a blast in TL after all.' Jada thought seductively. And there was that wicked smile again!
And here she had wondered what she would do while Aubrianne went to work? But then, she was curious to know if there was any change in Aubrianne's plans given recent events, but still, she had wondered.
Now, she has something to do. As a matter of fact, more like she has someone to do.
And just like that, it went from a one-time thing to someone to do in her spare time.
"Hey Jada, what are you feeling for? I can whip us something up." Daniel asked. Rudely interrupting Jada's thoughts again!
Daniel was feeling pretty chipper. So much had happened today, and he was wired. He also could not wait to see Aubrianne. He wanted to finish hearing everything.
"Hmn," After thinking for a minute, she finally said, "Can you make pasta?"
"If I can make Pasta, listen, they call me Chef Daniel K."
Jada laughed, "And yet, why don't I believe that?"
"No, I am serious, well not Chef Daniel, but I do know my way around the kitchen, so missy, shrimp or chicken?"
"How about both?" Jada answered as a plan started to form in her mind.
"Ok then, one chicken, shrimp pasta coming up," Daniel says, spinning and heading to the kitchen. Stopping in his tracks, he turned around and said, "Feel free to help yourself to any drink you fancy, or there is the remote for the television."
Pointing at the set of black remotes resting on the coffee table, he started listing out what remote was for what, "Or you can just speak your commands into that right there." Pointing at the 'Sara,' Sara is a virtual assistant technology on steroids.
"Another option is to come and keep my company if you like?"
"Ok, sweet, nah, I will check out the television and see what's new." Jada had chirped, jumped off the stool, and poured herself another gin and tonic.
Then she got the remote, turned on the TV, and started browsing channels as she waited for about five more minutes before making her move.
Jada's mind was racing, but, given the circumstances, nothing could take place now, but that did not mean she could not make her intentions known and clear as day so that there would be no mistaking anything.
She was hot and bothered. She knew right now they could not do much because Daniel was there, but she sure as hell could make him suffer also.
Or, at the very least, initiate the process of turning that spark into a full-on blazing inferno. Either way, it was 'win, win, win' as far as Jada was concerned.
