Amber Lustful Novels & Stories

he murmured, voice smooth, concealing the fire that had been ignited inside him the moment he saw those damning pages. Trina moved closer, hands brushing the counter, her fingers just barely grazing his. “Strong, just for you,” she whispered, eyes locking onto his. That whisper, that touch, set a slow, deliberate burn through him. Desire and strategy twined together in his mind, each thought sharpening the edge of his plan. He sipped his coffee, trying to savor the warmth while hiding the tension coursing through him.

His hand halts at my intimate area, and the toy smoothly slides inside. My moans intensify as I teeter on the ropes, the leather from his gloves caressing my skin. I moan, feeling myself nearing the edge. I should say 'Blue', according to the rules, but a rebellious desire whispers against following them. Not only would breaking the rules incur punishments, but he might cease the entire session. "Blue", I utter, my body racing towards climax. His hand withdraws the toy, and he stops all contact, leaving my body suspended on the precipice. Gradually, the heightened sensations begin to recede.

She quickly applies makeup and puts on a silver heel. She gets into the dress and goes to stand at the mirror. She smiles back at her reflection in the mirror and walks out of the closet. Elena looks around and does not see Daniel. She quickly grabs a black coach bag from her shelf and runs out of the room. Elena walks down the stairs and runs into Owen. Elena frowns as she hisses and walks past Owen. Owen smirks as she walks past him. Outside the house,a 2025 Mercedes,GLE 63 AMG is on and running.

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

he hissed, screwing me hard enough to make the bed frame creak. “Ahh—Mmmphh…!” I moaned in a broken, muffled sound. In no time Samuel’s cock jerked. He pulled my face away, my tongue lolled out as he painted my face with his seed. I stretched my tongue to catch some of it in my mouth. “Fuuck! Your pussy is just how I imagined, mom—a cheap, slutty cunt!” Asher groaned, slamming harder into me. My chest heaved. I knew this was the perfect moment to push him away, stop him from fucking his mother’s pussy and drive him out.

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

Our eyes met each other and suddenly a startling grimace escaped his lips. "You make me feel even hotter, Dante. You are still hot," he whispered to me, but I tightened my grip on him even more to make him close his eyes in pain. "Why did you do that to him?" I gave him a weak but firm look. He opened his eyes and grinned again. "Which one? can you clarify, Adante Kier Bautista? so I can understand you better." He said he was a philosopher, so my blood warmed to him even more.

She bite her lips and larves her tongue around her mouth gliding his broad chest, he didn't stop thrusting harder and sucking passionately. Amber felt tired but still wanted more of him as the close feelings they shared release rocket to their spin, the dick continue surging deeper and harder into her wet pussy. Transition fades in and out dropping the music and Amber is seen on Liam's bed wrapped in the duvet but Liam was no where to be found. "Is this how I pay my debt?" "Is this out of guilt? I feel like I have lost value." "Am I doing this for love or I feel... this is what I ought to do as a debtor?"

It wasn’t just about sex appeal, it was about power. The comments blurred together, but the energy felt euphoric. I wasn’t thinking about Vander or Knox or the stupid voice note. I was LunaLust, an unshakable force. The music shifted into something bouncier, and I glanced over at Amber for a cue on what to try next, but she was already halfway to the bathroom with her phone pressed to her ear. Her brows furrowed. “What? Slow down, no, no, I can come now. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

Payback time always ring louder than the first blow. "What do you think your mother would say if she saw you doing this?" Amber chipped, half dead, half alive. She's lost too much blood, and with time, she would be exsanguinated. "She'd be disappointed in you, just the way I am." Gustav withdrew his hands from my pussy, zipping the space between Amber and him in a dash, his upper lip peeled back in anger. A vindictive growl escaped his bared fangs as he towers above Amber, naked from his lower trunk to his shoes. The aura of anger around him doubled the heat in the dungeon according to the similitude of a blacksmiths furnace.