Ariana Grande Erotica Novels & Stories

Lila I have no idea how we got here but I'm too horny to think straight. My fingers are fisting his bulge through his pants with our lips merged together. He tastes like vodka and bad decisions. His lips aren't gentle against mine as he cups my face with one arm and fondles my left boob hard with the other. I'm fucking wet, my panties sticking to my pussy. I groan into his mouth, driven insane by the pressure of his lips and fingers. My body dying with pain and pleasure as he pinches my nipple. His fingers leave my face and he settles them quick in my skirt. He wastes no time to have them in my panties already. A tremor courses through my entire being when he does. It's so much different fro

“Stop teasing — please —” Eris pressed her palm gently into Aria’s stomach, guiding her breath with soft insistence. Her other hand cupped Aria’s breast, brushing and kneading in practiced motion. “You’re exquisitely designed,” she whispered. “Still so exquisitely responsive… The way you bend to my touch —” She traced circles of her tongue along Aria’s body — collarbone, throat, stomach — each kiss colder than gravity pulling down waves of heat. Aria trembled, every nerve raw, every breath ragged. She moaned Riri’s name again — her name. A name soaked in dawn - long worship and secret worship.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

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.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

My hand m‍ove​d on its o​wn, fingers slipping u‌nder the damp‍ fabric, finding my clit, pressing‍ hard, circli‌ng once, twice, matching his pace. Anna droppe⁠d to her knees be​side them, silent‌ and grace‌ful, sliding one hand up Greta’⁠s trem⁠bli​n‍g thigh, c‍upping a breast, pinching the n‍ipple until Gret‌a his‌se⁠d.

“Take my cock like the little slut that you are.” My body clenched around him, head thrown back, eyes hooded and raw uncontrollable moans left my throat. I caught Angel’s pathetic state from the corner of my eye. Her skirt was ripped up to her waist, legs spread open, such that I could see her glistening pink pussy as she worked her fingers on them, trying to chase her release. My gaze landed on her tits, they were full and percky, as if inviting me to take them between my teeth and suck them till she was a trembling mess.

The woman on the stage moved with effortless grace, every swing of her hip and every movement of her waist causing a stir. She grabbed the pole with her eyes latched onto the crowd of lustful men, her tongue gliding across her cherry red lips on purpose. When she leaped onto the pole, curling her legs around it, with her bare breasts exposed and nipples erect, the crowd cheered, most of them shifting their hands to the growth in their pants. Her breasts were huge, so big that dragging them around had become a problem. A man needed his two hands to cup them, they were her money makers, them and her pretty, pink pussy that she only allowed special guests to see.

The air around them thickened with a heat that neither of them could deny. "Gawdd Ari, you’re so fucking beautiful," he whispered, his voice a rough caress that sent a shiver down her spine. His hand moved to her chest, fingers tracing the curve of her breast before latching onto her nipple, pulling it gently between his lips. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak, his beard scratching her skin in a way that made her arch her back, pressing herself closer to him. Ariana moaned, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she ground her hips against him, seeking friction, seeking release.

I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking slowly and firmly, savouring the friction. To amp it up, I grabbed my phone from the side table, thumbing open a private browser. Porn—something quick and dirty. I scrolled to a video of a brunette in a rain-soaked shirt, her body arching as a guy peeled it off. The actress moaned, it was fake but effective to heighten the mood, her tits bouncing as he fucked her against a wall.