Adult Love Novels & Stories

“I'm curious about something.” “It better be reasonable,” I retorted, and she began. “Did y'all even have sex yet?” Nikita blurted out. I inhaled sharply, “Is that what you're curious about?” I voiced. “Well, no.” “What an old-fashioned relationship,” she pointed out. “Two boring adults, you were married.” I gawked back at her with raised eyebrows, “What's wrong with the old-fashioned way of having a relationship? It's called slow-burn love.”

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“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

He liked to take his time and edge a little, letting the feelings build up in time with the action on whichever video he was watching. He had found one he hadn't seen before, involving a guy in his forties gradually persuading and seducing his shy eighteen-year-old babysitter. His pre-cum was already flowing over the glans and lubricating his foreskin as he moved it up and down with slow strokes, alternately covering and uncovering the bulbous, blood-filled head.

“It’s 3333.” “Three, four times?” “Yup.” “Alright,” I said, “Then I’m 2020 years old.” “Oh God,” he whispered in my ear, “I’m taking an infant’s virginity.” He nibbled my ear and I could not help moaning. “No,” I whispered back, “The adult age is a thousand years old.” His laughter erupted in my ear. I guessed he loved the banter. “I like you.” He put his lips on the slope of my neck. His facial hair tingled my skin. “A lot.”

He read the caption "YOU DON'T CHOOSE YOUR FAMILY . THEY ARE GODS GIFT TO YOU, AS YOU ARE TO THEM " "come home son , i love you Happy birthday to you my dear " His hand clinch at the side of portrait stood up and bang the portrait in his wall , the pieces of the portrait shattered on floor . "LOVE !! LOVE BULLSHIT WITH YOUR LOVE !!" He shouted before going in for a relax warm shower. He came out from the shower wrapping a towel on his waist ,shaking his head to dry of his hair , showing off his super muscular body with six pack abs. .

He chuckled. "I won't have you talk to me like that Ethan." My voice became teary. "You know, I wonder how I married you and suddenly began to feel some love for you. You aren't even my type of girl and yet I put my dick in you every time I feel horny." "Ethan!!" Shhh, he placed his hands on my lips. "You should be thankful I make you happy each time we have sex." He smirks ridiculously. "Even after your unwillingness and fake claim that you weren't going to marry me. You still fell for my money and here you are enjoying every bit of my touch and kisses. You're such a lowlife."

He had the kind of look that Linda always liked, like a cute puppy. I gently pushed Linda back into his arms and told him, "There are new pyjamas in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe. You can pick the style you like." After a pause, I added, "I'm a light sleeper, so please keep it down at night." Melvin Jacobs probably didn't expect me to be so understanding when dealing with the man his wife had an affair with. He stared at me with wide eyes and stuttered, "Mr. L-Leedon, I won't be staying..."

Due to the fact that Iris isn't really accustomed with Borolea, she wasn't able to pick up on his obvious sexual innuendo. Borolea was a good looking man in his mid thirties, but his sex addiction is a national problem. " No thanks. Maybe some other time" My secretary nodded to him and moved to my side, but I was in no mood to stand by her. Since they didn't look ready, I marched to the elevator making the other two follow after me. Iris's heels clicking on the tiles ground loud enough for the entire floor to hear as she tried to increase her speed to catch up with me.

James was immersed in a deep melancholy in the living room, enveloped by a dense cloud of cigar smoke, while a bottle of liquor rested beside him. His lips still tasted of the burning kiss he had given Meg, and his mind remained immersed in the confessions they had exchanged. The love they felt for each other was undeniable, intense and true, but this was the tragedy that surrounded them. It was a forbidden love, an impossible love, destined to face innumerable barriers and challenges.