Lusty & Sumptuous Holidays (Erotica Compilation)

Gavin's Pov I’d known Diana since we were six. She moved into the house next door with her mom after her parents split, and the first thing she did was climb the oak tree in my backyard to rescue a kite that had gotten stuck. I was already up there trying to get it down, so we ended up stuck together for an hour until my dad brought the ladder. From that day on, she was just… there. My person. Now we were twenty-six, sitting on the worn leather couch in my apartment, the same one we’d picked out together three years ago because it was on sale and she said the color matched my eyes. She was curled up against the armrest, legs tucked under her, sipping hot chocolate I’d made because she had shown up complaining about the cold. Shit… just her touches made me want to explode All I could think about was pinning her to the couch, slamming my dick into her pussy and making her beg for more. My cock hardened at the thought. “Gav? Gav??” Her voice jolted me back to reality.

Diana’s POV He grabbed my hips, spun me around again and pressed my front to the fess. My cheeks rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wood. I heard the rip of a condom, I braced myself for his cock on my pussy. When suddenly I felt a hard object shove through my ass. I nearly screamed but Ryan just placed his hand over my mouth. “Enjoy it babe.” Before I could protest, he pushed his cock into my pussy. Oh fuckkkkk. I nearly went mad with pleasure, the pain I felt earlier faded away, replaced with a new feeling of ecstasy. He slammed his dick into my pussy, while rubbing my slit with his fingers. I was just about to have another orgasm when suddenly he stopped. I pushed my ass back impatiently. “Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust. “Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Ryan. I need it, I need your cock so bad.” He slapped my ass again, harder, then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back so my throat was ex

Diana's POV. I was trembling from anticipation as I stood outside the club, taking a deep breath and rubbing my thighs together aggressively. It's been some months now since Ryan, my fiancée, dumped me. Not only that, he insulted and humiliated me by calling me an old lady, who couldn't satisfy anyone in bed. My heart was broken, and I wanted to prove him wrong, but at the same time, I remembered Gavin, the one guy who truly cared about me. Unfortunately, two years ago, I pushed him away for Ryan, who wasn't even half a man of what Gavin is, but why was I just realizing it now? When Gavin came back, I expected him to mock me and be all like "I told you so," but rather, he consoled me and in no time, I could feel my panties wet with desire for him. It was then that I came to the realization that I had always wanted my best friend but just didn't want to admit it. When he pulled out a Christmas mask, after I told him about my wish of meeting a Santa Claus to fuck me hard, I

Diana’s POV. Santa Claus's hands moved to my boobs as he grabbed my breasts roughly, his hands teasing my nipples as his dick slides further inside my pussy. I moaned, fighting the urge to scream as his cock continued to pound me hard on the bed, my boobs flying away from the intensity of his thrusts inside me. "Hmm, harder!" A moan slipped out of my mouth as Santa Claus bent and took one of my tits into his mouth, his tongue running on my nipple as he sucked hard on it. I couldn't breathe as I ran my hand through his dark hair, knowing I was about to go crazy from the way he was biting my nipples hard, his teeth grazing against my sensitive spots. His cock was still buried in my pussy, his thrusts almost meeting against the balls in my hole. Santa Claus's hands reached down to stroke my pussy faster, almost bringing me to orgasm as he immediately slipped three fingers into the hole, finger-fucking me. Though it hurts, pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and also the thought of this

Adnas' POV. I stood at the window, peeping at Leo as he swam in the water like a pro. His toned muscles flexed as his wet hair clung to his face. My heart pounded heavily against my chest as I watched Leo come out of the pool, his boxer briefs clinging tightly to his ass and thighs but that wasn't what turned me on. My lips parted in surprise as I watched his bulge prodding, looking as if it wanted to tear through the brief. Through the outline of his boxers, I could tell Leo, my foster brother was definitely well-endowed. My parents died when I was 17, so I had to move into Boston's mansion to live with Elijah Boston and his son. Elijah Boston was my dad's best friend, whom my father, before his death, already pleaded with to look after me, well. I became Elijah's responsibility, and he never once treated me like an outsider who wasn't wanted, and neither did Leo. Both of them doted and spoiled me beyond measure, never letting me feel the absence of my parents much. When I tur