Amber Lustful Novels & Stories

"You're the one who uses magic on me. I can't get you out of my mind." The woman spontaneously snorted. "Do you realize that you're ruining my image?" “Can’t you stop thinking about other people? In this cottage, it's just you and me," Adam spoiled her ear. A moment later, the two of them burned the air again. They didn't care about status. They were not afraid of sin. As long as pleasure covered the wound, Adam and Amber didn't mind neglecting senses. *** "This is good," Adam said while looking at the various gemstone drawn by his apprentice.

Was all she replied. Ambrose's grin mirrored her own, though his green eyes now shifted into something predatory - as they locked onto her's. He slowly got onto his knees before her, his intense gaze more intoxicating than the wine remaining in Sephora's glass. The smile, slowly washed off Sephora's face, when both of Ambrose's knees touched the floor, and he gazed up at her - his eyes shining with devotion and love and power.

I said to myself ,I was trying to shove off the taught of Ethan from what happened last night ,I wished it was going to happen again ,I mean ,Ethan wasn't bad after all. I tried getting him off my head but then I remebered his figure ,Ethan was a tall light skin guy with a sharp jaw like and cute amber eyes ,he was built and had amazing abs ,he was kind and so gentle ,even his touch were calming and soft ,I loved his hair it was blonde and curly he had these beautiful eyes and they matched with his cute lips and flawless skin.

Alexander He drank the entire glass of vodka in a few swift, aggressive gulps, savoring the sharp burning sensation as it traveled down his throat, bringing a brief, artificial serenity to both his body and his restless mind. He closed his eyes for a few moments before opening them to find the brunette sitting close beside him, her painted fingers roving possessively over his chest and her tongue flirtatiously licking her glossy lips. Her face was smeared with desperate, shameless want. At the mere sight of her, he gritted his teeth. Her barely covered breasts were clearly visible through the thin, cheap silk fabric of her dress, and her face was thickly plastered with heavy makeup.

Then came the sharp *slap* of what sounded like a hand against skin, followed by a woman’s whimper. I bit my lip hard and slipped my hand under my nightdress. My fingers found my already soaked folds and started rubbing in slow, desperate circles. More slaps. More whimpers. Then the unmistakable wet sound of him thrusting into her — deep, hard, relentless. “My lord… I’m going to cum—” the woman whimpered. “You will do no such thing,” Lord Blackwood snarled. “You begged me to fuck this filthy cunt. Now you’ll take everything I give you and nothing more.”

Tara The moment we step into Amber’s, every instinct I have goes on high alert. It's subtle, but unmistakable, a lull in conversation, the way heads pivot just a fraction too long. I feel eyes on us, and not in a friendly, welcome-to-the-neighborhood kind of way. Ash, of course, looks like he belongs on the cover of some luxury lifestyle magazine. Effortless. Debauched. Smug. The smirk he slides across the room is pure velvet, the kind that says, I own this place, you just don’t know it yet.

Batt I sit at the bar in The Gentlemen’s Club, glass of Jameson Whiskey in my hand as I watch her dance. Amora, she’s beyond beautiful, but in an old Hollywood glamour kind of way, not this baby doll, little girl looks from today. She has strong features, beautiful almond shaped green eyes, high pronounced cheek bones. Her skin was the most beautiful caramel color I had ever seen. I have imagined many times how soft she must feel. She must taste like vanilla, or strawberries. I close my eyes as my mouth waters at the thought. I open my eyes as I hear the music change, and she starts to sway a bit more as her hands roam her body like a lovers would. She was slowly making her way to her breast

She seemed impressed but I knew it was all for show. “You proved yourself, I thought you were not making any plans towards the instruction I gave you. But you proved yourself and am proud” Amber said calmly and with an evil grin on her face. I knew all these words were made out of the hypocritical heart y mu had. She was not far from shameless and deceitful down to her emotions. That is how she runs her evil business I just looked at her in disgust and hate but I had to force a smile just to keep the fake lively emotion she had placed in the air flowing.

"But are you sure that I'm your enemy?" Jerking, Clarence took in the succubus's words. What the fuck was she going on about? That she wasn't his enemy? "There are much worse succubi out there than me, pup." Amathyst continued, her eyes flashing. "For all you know, I could be your alli." "I have no interest in working with a murderous succubus." Clarence growled. "The only good succubus is a dead one." Giggling, Amathyst made her way over to Amelia, easily grabbing her by the hair.

Kimberly lay back on her and reignited their kiss, her mind lost in their forbidden contact. Amber moaned repeatedly when Kimberly resumed riding her. She was still ruffled by what they were doing, but the gush of lust pumping through her veins was ferocious, not allowing for even a hint of clarity to cling on.