Arab Erotica Novels & Stories

Oh, I smell your sweet arousal and it’s so freaking divine. Oh, baby... lift your butt off the bed and slide your hand over your pussy, over your cute panties and feel your own damp arousal. Keep playing with your breasts with one hand and caress your crotch with the other. Do you feel that wonderful fluttering in your belly... and that crazy craving? Oh, fuck... you’re making me so horny watching you do this. Now slide your hand down inside your panty and dip into that sweet wetness, let your fingers slide over and dance around on your sensitive pussy lips. Yes, that’s it. That is so fucking it. Now slide in your other hand and push your panties down your shapely thighs, now kick them off c

ABBY I opened my mouth to cry out… his name, a curse, anything… but nothing came. He didn’t give me the chance. He started fucking me. Hard, fast and merciless. Each stroke punched deep, hips snapping against my ass with wet, filthy slaps. My whole body jolted forward with every thrust. My tits bounced painfully against my shirt. My nails scratched uselessly at the wall. People might hear… “Shaw…” I tried. He fucked me harder and deeper, cutting off my words.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

Ryder breathed, his pace unraveling, his thrusts tightening into something faster, more erratic. Ruth-Ann was coming apart, her middle finger working her clit with frantic precision. She was panting, her head tipping back against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she watched the man she'd craved all day take her mother apart piece by piece. She was a sinner. She was a voyeur. She was a whore. And she didn't care. Inside the room, Ryder's head lifted sharply.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."

Jessa’s world narrowed to the slam of their bodies, the slap of skin, the crude, beautiful words pouring from their mouths. “Such a tight little asshole,” Arthur grunted, his hands digging into her flesh. “Taking my cock so good.” “Her pussy’s milking me,” Daniel gasped. “God, she’s gonna make me fucking cum.” Jessa felt it—the orgasm erupting from her core, a white-hot wave that crashed through her. She screamed, a raw, unfiltered sound of release, her body convulsing around their cocks. Daniel shouted, his hips slamming into her one final time as he spilled inside her pussy, hot and deep. Arthur followed, a guttural roar as he pulsed into her ass, his own release joining the heat flooding

she whispered. “In our room,” I said. “Now.” We walked back to my room in silence. The moment the door closed, I sat on the edge of the bed. “Strip,” I ordered. She obeyed slowly, removing her clothes until she stood completely naked in front of me. “Sit on the chair,” I said, pointing to the wooden chair across from the bed. She sat down, legs slightly apart. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Slowly.” Aria’s hand moved between her legs. Her fingers brushed her clit, then slid lower. She let out a soft moan as she started rubbing herself in gentle circles.

I snapped, trying to hit a nerve. His laugh was low, unbothered. “I know exactly what you’re trying to do, Zarah. It’s not going to work.” He slid back inside me, keeping just enough distance to deny me the release I craved, hitting every part of me except the one that would send me over the edge. My nails scraped the window, frustration building, pressure coiling inside me. “Say it. Beg me to let you cum,” he rasped, his voice a growl, and the sound of our skin meeting filled the room, the scent of us thick in the air.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

A fire crackled in the grate, and the tools of pleasure were arranged on a dark wood table like sacred instruments: polished phalluses of glass and ivory, coils of soft rope, feathers, and a small, elegant whip of braided black leather with a handle of obsidian. “Undress,” Elara commanded, her tone leaving no room for debate. With trembling fingers, Clara obeyed, letting the muslin pool at her feet. She stood shivering, arms crossed over her small, perfect breasts, her gaze fixed on the intricate Persian rug. “Look at me, Clara.” Elara’s own dress slipped from her shoulders, a puddle of rich color on the floor. She was a vision of carnal knowledge, her body a map of sensitive points and earn