Amber Deluca Sex Novels & Stories

Although he has so many enemies but no one would be crazy enough to cross him, Well no one, except me. My name is Isabelle Moretti, I am the living trophy of De Luca's victory over my father. The very day my life fell apart. I clutched the burner phone to my chest trying to steady my breathing. With my eyes closed. But then memories of the event that brought me to this very moment came rushing in. One Week Earlier. Every month Lorenzo De Luca, allowed me one thing, a trip outside my golden cage, to do whatever I like but not without his hound dogs watching my every move but it was better than nothing.

Emma arched slightly, whispering, "Touch me baby... just like this." Alex's hand slipped inside, fingers moving over Emma's panties, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric. She rubbed in gentle circles over the cotton, pressing against Emma's clit until it swelled under the touch. Emma moaned softly, her hand mirroring the path, dipping into Alex's waistband to stroke her slick folds, parting them tenderly to circle her entrance.

Jaemin muttered, his d**k getting hard already. "What the f**k are you doing?" Sylvester said irritatingly, and she began squeezing her b**bs in her palms, moaning to her own hands Jaemin's d**k bulged madly, and he started c*mming immediately,he had to tighten his thighs on each other. "You're missing all of this Sylvester, don't you think it's bad for your health? Come taste it and I swear you won't be able to leave" Delilah said, and Sylvester smiled.

Amelia must have been watching a lot of blue film lately, she is fucking perfect. "What's your p**n preference, amoretto?" I asked as she continued sucking me. Amelia stopped, licking me all over and letting the cum go down her throat. She smiled, licking her lips. I was surprised, this was just a girl who had proved hard to get some minutes ago. "Ebony, incest and mom and stepson p**n. It comes in a lot of varieties." Amelia grinned as she answered. "You watch alone, I guess." She nodded. "And do you touch yourself?" She shook her head again.

⚠️ Content Warning: This chapter contains mature themes, sexual content, and emotionally intense moments intended for adult audiences (18+). Reader discretion is advised. Please note: Scenes include consensual BDSM elements, dominance/submission dynamics, and emotionally charged intimacy. If these themes are not for you, feel free to skip or read with caution. 💮Angel💮 "You have a beautiful villa, Mr. D'Amano," Luca complimented, his eyes roaming the space with admiration.

After draining the last of my coffee, I let out a sigh. I did not wish to see her, but professional ethics left me no choice. I had to meet my husband’s mistress. Even in a hospital gown, Bianca looked anything but disheveled. “Miss Dane, are you experiencing any discomfort?” I refused to let my personal feelings affect my work, even if the woman in front of me was Liam’s mistress. She showed no embarrassment whatsoever as she asked in concern, “Dr. Quayle, am I going to lose my figure after this? I’m worried it’ll affect things between my hubby and me.”

"Tell me you like it." "I love it," Delilah gasped, her voice breathless and desperate. "I love it so much. Harder. Please, fuck me harder." The sound of skin slapping against skin, the ecstatic breathless moans, the rhythmic creak of active sex movements against the vanity—everything painted a vivid, devastating picture in Emilia's mind. But she couldn’t bring herself to open the door and confront them. "You're so fucking tight," Jax groaned. "So perfect. Always so perfect for me."

Not anymore. I barely greeted anyone as I made my way to my desk, and my usual routine of organizing my inbox and going through the day’s assignments felt mechanical. Then, I noticed the message waiting in my inbox: “Luca Delvecchio at The Gallery on 5th tomorrow night. Private showing. You might want to take a look.” It was from my underground contact. This wasn’t just a lead—it was an invitation. And something told me that this would be my chance to get closer to Luca.

And oh, what a lesson it would be. The next morning, Delilah woke with a start, the sunlight streaming through her curtains and illuminating the mess she'd made. The sheets were still damp, a testament to her night's indiscretion, and her body ached in that delicious, post-orgasmic way. For a moment, she felt a pang of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill. Her sex drive, once a source of shame—something she'd hidden from partners, therapists, and even herself—now felt like a gift. It wasn't a disorder; it was her truth, and with Eli, Damien, and Zeke, it could be something shared, something celebrated. She stretched, her muscles sore from the dildo's vigorous use, and reached

Amber was momentarily taken aback by the Alpha’s sudden move, but a sly grin soon curved her lips as she began to return his kiss with equal hunger. Their tongues fought for dominance, and no one dared to surrender. Within mere seconds, both of them were stripped bare, tangled upon the bed as their treacherous kisses grew wilder and more consuming. Aldrake’s hands roamed relentlessly over Amber’s body, exploring every inch until they reached her most delicate spot. Without a second thought, Amber parted her thighs, allowing Aldrake’s fingers to bury themselves inside her wet cave. She moaned loudly as Aldrake began to move his two fingers inside her p$$y. It was fast and desperate, that made