2nd Person Erotica Novels & Stories

He lowered me slow to the floor my legs wobbly as my feet touched the tile my pussy sore throbbing in the best way empty now, but I could still feel him there. Cum leaked down my thigh from how wet I was and I pressed my legs together savoring the ache the reminder of how hard he fucked me. Rune tied off the condom dropping it in the trash then tucked himself back in zipping up slow his eyes never leaving me. I leaned against the door watching him my dress still bunched at my waist thighs slick. I reached down pulling it straight but my body hummed still wanting more even after two orgasms. “You” I said soft are really good at that.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!

" She then guided my hand through the slit in her sarong and pushed it against her pussy. It was drenched, and as I gently slid my fingers around in the warm juice, she said, "You should write that down and send it into the P**n-erotica website where they have all those dirty stories." "Literotica," I corrected her. "Maybe I will." I retracted my hand from between her legs, and put my fingers in my mouth. After a long, thoughtful suck, I said, "Hmm. Needs more basil, I think." She laughed, and fished her hand inside my towel, wrapping her hand around my swollen cock. "I think it could use some sausage," she replied.

I was convulsing with immeasurable pleasure, reaching climax for the second time in minutes, but he pulled away. “Not yet Red” he smirked. Bastard.

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.

She can feel herself being pulled under, descending into a place where nothing makes sense except the heat between them. “I’m gonna come again,” she gasps, barely able to speak. “God, I can’t—” “Then do it,” he growls, “Come for me again. Lose yourself.” And she does. The second orgasm crashes into her like a tidal wave, even stronger than the first. Her body locks up before falling apart entirely, her cries sharp and breathless as her head tips back, spine arched in pleasure so intense she feels like her soul is escaping her body.

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“Mates not coming to us.” I felt embarrassed because I was caught staring at two people having sex. Ashamed that the man my wolf is calling a mate is acting so indifferently towards us. Overwhelmed with the painful emotions of finding our mate locked in sexual interactions with another woman, and the only thing that came out of my mouth was a broken whimper.