Anne Rice Erotica Novels & Stories

Rina’s hand disappears under the desk, fingers slipping through the mess between her legs, rubbing frantic little circles while she pretends to erase a mistake. Her orgasm hits at minute thirty-seven spasming so hard the desk creaks. She bites her pencil in half to keep from screaming, eyes rolling fully back, drool slipping down her chin. Akira’s hand clamps over her mouth from behind, pretending to reach for a handout, while he grinds up hard and comes again—second load of the day pumping deep inside her, thick, mixing with the first until she’s overflowing. He holds her flush against him until the last pulse, then lifts her just enough to slide out. Cum gushes immediately, soaking her rui

“If you two are thinking long-term arrangement, you’re going to want me doing what you like, just as I’m going to want you guys doing what I like. Does that work for you?” “Oh, yeah.” Brad tangled his fingers in her hair. “I’m all yours. Cain?” Cain laughed. “Works for me. Besides, I’m getting off on watching you two. Live-action porn, but I find the actors a lot more appealing.” Anne glanced over her shoulder. “You’d better. This is sensual, not pornographic. Pay attention.” Then she wrapped her left fist around Brad’s shaft and cupped his balls in her right. His whimper was the proof she needed. Obviously this was good.