Amber Lustful Novels & Stories

A few kisses will do for now, besides I didnt sleep at all, Amber's father kept me all night, discussing the future we could build using their power. I look at Fleur's body and dirty thoughts would run in my head especially how good she looks last night If only Amber didnt ruined dinner last night, I would have had Fleur naked on the table. I sigh with my sexual frustration, I could just rip her clothes, tie her up and destroy her body right now. I want to lick her pussy and tongue fuck till she reaches her high. She puts her Hair in a bun exposing her neck, I could just easily mark that piece of flash all over her just to say I claimed what's mine. My cock is getting hard thinking of every

“I beg you Miss Dubois to please let me keep fucking you even after my child is inside you. It would be an honor milady to service you in whatever ways you so desire…” She exhaled, “I may possibly be persuaded sir,” her grin turned wicked, “so while you’re down there, you may as well make the best of it and try and convince me…” “As you wish milady.” He parted her knees and his head disappeared between her thighs. His tongue was certainly a persuasive argument indeed. A girl could get used to this for fucking sure. She moaned as his tongue worked its magic against her quivering cunt. It didn’t take very long for Amber to be sold on the idea of continuing their bedroom appointments long after

“Why can’t you just call me Amy or Rose like everyone else does?” “Amber Rose is a perfectly elegant name,” I told her. “I find it more suitable for you. Now, tell me, can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” “Can you get me one of your red lipsticks from the deluxe edition?” Amber Rose repeated my words in a mocking baby voice. “Do you think the red deluxe line has only one shade? My company has over one hundred shades of red and twelve in the deluxe line. I’ll have to select a proper colour based on the skin tone you just described.”

Amber “It’s still huge, Hunter,” I whispered, caressing the heaving giant, “is it not enough?” Still gasping hard in the currents of the last orgasm, the Alpha tensed up again. His paled knuckles on the door panel trembled with both the old and new pleasure. “Amber, wait—hnngh!” “You’ve already come three times… one more if we count our quickie in the theatre…and you've still got so much more to go... what a pervert you are, my sexy mutt...”

Wings burst from his back with a sound like thunder cracking inside the earth. She should’ve run. Instead, Lustre stepped toward him, drawn by something that pulsed between them like wildfire in her belly. Jammy’s dragon eyes locked onto her, no longer amber, but molten gold split by black slits. “Lustre,” his voice rumbled through the chamber, low and seismic, a growl formed in a beast’s throat. “You said you wanted all of me.” She nodded, heat racing down her spine. “I want to feel you. Even like this.”

I immediately realized that what I liked the most in every touch of Hazz about me were the sounds that filled our surroundings. Not music, not some song from nature, but our sounds. The sound of his lips closing in my body, the sound of the friction of his tongue as he passes through that sensitive and excited part of my body, the sound of my moans in response to his actions. The sound of our breaths, which even distant still showed the intensity and pure desire. Lust in sound form.

“I don't seek to create anything, Janet. Passion, lust, is like playing with fire. Things may ignite, or they may combust. It is dangerous to work with desire. I promise no happy endings.” “So you fancy yourself some dark Cupid?” I say. “A matchmaker? I suppose,” Asmodeus chuckles. “I enjoy experiments - some pleasurable, some sadistic. All forms of passion intrigue me. Call me a Cenobite, call me a scoundrel. Some pleasures are more brutal and mutilated than others, some cost lives. Whether the flame of lust is fanned by a whip or a kiss or an Iron Maiden is irrelevant. All that matters are results. But it seems you and dear Samael have reached a stalemate.”

Yas stood in front of me, wrapped in that thin red robe, her hair slightly messy, and her lips parted like she had just been caught mid-breath. My eyes dragged over her before I could stop myself. From her perfect lips to her collarbone, to her soft looking cleavage, down to her creamy thighs. Suddenly, something else hit my nose, a scent I was familiar with and had recently had me addicted- her arousal. The air was filled with the sweet scent of her pussy. My jaw tightened. Fuck. She had just touched herself. My chest rose sharply. Something dark and possessive curled low in my stomach. My dick twitched instantly, straining painfully against my jeans.

Amelia was lying on the bed like a goddess waiting to be worshipped. She wore a sheer black babydoll that left almost nothing to the imagination. The thin fabric clung to her full, heavy breasts, her hard nipples clearly visible. The hem barely reached the top of her thighs, and her legs were slightly spread, one hand lazily circling her clit as she waited for me. The moment I closed the door behind me with a soft click, she looked up. A hungry, victorious smile spread across her face. “There’s my brave boy,” she purred softly, her voice low and dripping with lust. “I knew you’d come. Come here, baby. Mommy’s been waiting for you.”

'Did you meet Amber first before Jessie? He looked at her; 'Susan, this is......' 'This are questions I need you to answer about whether or not it is Amber you want or Jessie.' Is this lady kidding him right now? 'Of course, it is Amber I want.' He said looking at his friend 'Describe her.' 'Babe.' Lucky looked at her, confused but she shook her head. He looked at the internal parts of car and suddenly he came out dreamingly. 'Amber is the quiet and the most beautiful woman I have ever met, her anger is like a volcano; she has that dark eyes like night, she has a long silk soft long chocolate hair.....'