Amor Erotico Novels & Stories

He engulfs me and a dark scented whiff of his cologne embraces me as I put my head against his chest, until all I can smell, see and feel is him. “I have missed mi Amor.” His words are now all I hear. The beat of his chest silent to his deep dark voice that covers me in a web of seduction. “Amariya.” The devil calling my name penetrates through my fog mind that still insists on remembering the sweet, bitter love I had for my husband, Lucca Sanati six and a half years ago. “Yo, what's up?” I rub my eyes, inhale a deep sounding breath in an attempt to hide my forbidden thought before looking up to Killer who is standing in front of the hotel rooms armchair I am seated on.

His fingers slid through her hair, gripping the back of her neck to deepen the kiss, making it utterly intimate. Touch by touch, Maverick's caresses began to dismantle her defenses. His skillful tongue swept through her mouth, drinking her in and coaxing her with an intoxicating rhythm. Slowly but surely, Amora’s rigid body began to soften. Damn it, she cursed inwardly, realizing she was losing once again to this infuriating man's charm. Gradually, the tight grip of her hands on his shoulders softened into a gentle squeeze—a silent surrender that she was beginning to yield and enjoy every single inch of her husband's game.

He guerrilla on her chest, sip her scent and played her nips with teeth. Groaning, she pressed his head against her chest, demanding him to sip her nips stronger. Her smile got uncontrollable as he crawled down to her dampness, then he fiesta with it. “Liam!” Amora screamed in frustration. Every time his tongue touched her walls, she would frown on her knees like that might help solve everything. She seemed to have been blown away and lost, exploring every angle from hr to slit. Pulsating that was getting out of control, wet skin that met each other.

she angrily asked. The man didn’t reply and just took off his helmet. Like something has just clicked the speed button, her world seemed to play on slow motion upon seeing the handsome face of the man. From his thick eyebrows, jet black eyes, proud nose, red and luscious lips. The guy has a piercing on his left ear. Everything is just perfect. He even brushed his hair back making him look hotter. 'No! Now is not the time to praise this guy. He’s unruly and rude!'

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

"Come on my dick, baby. Soak it with your pretty little cum.” She screamed my name, her entire body trembling as she came apart on my dick. Her pussy clamped down so tightly that I could barely move inside her, her juices flooding out around me as she rode out her intense orgasm. It was fucking beautiful. The most erotic sight I'd ever seen.

“You can’t—” “No, you can’t,” he laughed harshly, his breath hot against her skin, “stop me.” His fingers parted her, exposing her even more than she thought possible. He pressed his lips to her inner flesh, finding the most sensitive spot, and licked it with the flat of his tongue, like a cat. Whimpering, Grace clung to his hair, not to pull away, but for support as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Her voice was sharp, and she clearly didn't appreciate being spoken to like that. Eryx rolled his eyes, his annoyance palpable. He wasn’t in the mood for this argument and certainly didn’t have the energy to entertain her anymore. “And tell me one reason why you want to marry me," he snapped. "There are plenty of men out there who are more handsome than I am. Why me?” Amy didn't hesitate. “Because I love you,” she said, her words quick and direct. Eryx let out a harsh laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. “Fuck your love,” he scoffed. “If you really loved me, you wouldn’t be out there fucking around.”

His hand reached for her boobs and gently grabbed them teasingly. Lily got wetter and wetter, her juices dripping from her slit; she could feel bits of Ethan’s essence spurt in with each hit. The sounds of their sexes slapping against each other emitted a more arousing slurpy, sticky clapping sound that filled the room. Their groans and moans reverberated off the walls.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.