Broken Moans: An Erotica Compilation

Mr. Turner ~•~ The moment her thighs parted on my desk, I knew we had reached a point of no return. Five months. Five fucking months of this little tease prancing around my lecture halls with skirts that became shorter each day, spreading her legs just enough for me to catch a view of her lace, and even going commando some days. I'd spent the entire class half hard behind the podium, forcing myself to focus on the projector while she crossed and uncrossed her smooth legs every few minutes. And here she was, Layla Turner, an A+ student turned self-sabotaging brat, dripping on my table because she couldn't wait any longer. Such an impatient little slut. I'd been eager to play this game with her all session. Who knew she would snap so soon? Christ, she was perfect. Her pussy was slick with arousal, already swollen from nothing other than anticipation of being fucked. I leaned back in my chair, watching as she slid her fingers down, tracing her slit for a few seconds before dippi

By the fifth day, Charlotte had stopped flinching whenever Maksim entered a room she was in.By day seven, she couldn’t pretend she wasn’t watching him. She couldn’t even figure him out if she tried. He had eaten her out four days ago and left her alone after that? She didn’t understand it and she didn’t know exactly how to bring it up.Was he playing a game with her?If so, was she losing?By day ten, she wasn’t even sure what she was feeling anymore. She pressed her legs together whenever he spoke around him. She felt the same way she had felt back when his mouth was on her. Maksim thoroughly enjoyed the confusion on Charlotte’s face whenever she looked at him. It was almost like she had a sexual awakening and wasn’t sure what to do with it.So on the eleventh day, he kept her door unlocked and sat downstairs in only a pair of sweatpants, ink covering the upper part of his body. She wouldn’t run anyway. Even if she did, she wouldn’t get far. She’d have to run for an hour before she

Camilla had been twenty-one for less than forty-eight hours and it was already her second at the club legally.She had celebrated her birthday with her friends the previous day, but they claimed she didn’t party well enough and dragged her back to the club the next day.She was more than happy to be back.Her outfit was a black short dress with a plunging neckline and two thin straps, cleavage peeking through. The dress ended just below her ass. No bra and a glittery silver thong that made her feel powerful. Her hair fell in loose waves down her shoulders and her lips were painted a dark red color that basically screamed fuck me.That was exactly the vibe she was going for for the night.Her friends disappeared into a stream of bodies as they arrived. She didn’t care. She just wanted to have fun, with or without her friends.She danced alone in the middle of the floor, her hips rolling filthily to the sound of the music. She felt hands on her waist, on the curve of her ass, strangers

Jake’s eyes darken as they travel over me slowly. Tyler's breathing became heavier.Jake moved first, climbing onto the bed fully, kneeling in front of me. He stared at my face for a few seconds, then his lips were on mine.The kiss was nothing as I expected. It wasn't gentle or careful. It was hungry, claiming, like he had been holding back as long as I had.I gasped at the roughness of his lips and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. My hands fell to his shoulder, gripping hard to keep myself steady.Behind me, I felt the mattress dip. Tyler's hand settled on my hips, then it inched forward, trailing under my top to brush the underside of my breasts. He pressed his front against my back, letting me feel just how hard he already was.His lips found the side of my neck, trailing open-mouthed kisses as he fully cupped my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his fingers. I let out a whimper, throwing my head back against his shoulder. The so

I hate Marcello. I hated him with my whole being. I could kill him if I had the chance to. I hated it more that at the moment, his kiss was making my body weak. My panties were drenched, embarrassingly so, but there was nothing I could do about it. Or maybe, there was.I pushed him away from me immediately I came back to my senses. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked, agitated. He repulsed me. His touch wasn't meant to be welcoming.He lazily moved away from me, staring at me with a smirk. He was enjoying this way too much. "You want this, Bella. Isn't that why you wore this sexy ass dress to a work event?" He stepped closer, his finger twirling a strand of my hair. "Isn't that why you were dancing out there? Isn't that why you retreated to your hotel? Because you knew I'd follow you?" I gritted my teeth, because it was true. We'd only kissed once, and that was because of the fucking mistletoe we found ourselves under, but I couldn't get enough of his taste. Was the k