Autumn Ivy Nsfw Novels & Stories

“August, I’m sorry. I really am. I just love you too much. That’s why I did this. “I can’t accept being just your friend. I want to be your lover!” August kicked her away in disgust. His gaze was cold. “Love? You call this love? You don’t understand what love is at all! “I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me!” Ivy slumped down on the floor. She only felt fear when she looked into August’s cold eyes. He did not spare her another glance. He took his phone out and called someone. “Hey, come over and help me deal with someone,” August said coldly. His tone was vicious.

Ivy stood on the terrace and watched them scatter into the vines. She waited exactly seven minutes. Then she went upstairs. The burner phone was hidden where Julian would never think to look—taped inside the false bottom of her lingerie drawer, beneath silk and lace he’d bought to admire but never learned to remove gently. She checked the screen once before typing. North vineyard. Hood of the Aston. Now. No punctuation. No emotion. She didn’t need either. Ivy slipped out through the side entrance, heels abandoned halfway down the drive. The gravel was cold beneath her bare feet, sharp enough to keep her present as she crossed into the dark.

{ Remington } After the most precarious 'bath' I've ever had and the best fuck of my life, I return to the camp completely naked and satisfied, but on my own because I refused to let Ivy come back naked. I do not know if she's been shifting around these guys and letting them see her body, but I don't care. It's not the same to catch a glimpse of someone during shifts than to just see her hot, freshly fucked, wet body. No fucking way, I'm not letting anyone witness that. The sight belongs to me.

he demanded, thrusting slow and deep now, grinding against her clit. Ava's hands clutched his shoulders, nails biting in. This connection—it was more than sex. Her emotions were swirling with the lust. His gaze held hers, protective, hungry, like he wanted to shield her from the world while ruining her for anyone else. "I'm close," he grunted, pace quickening. "Where do you want it?" "Inside," she pleaded, heels digging into his ass. "Fill me up Aaron. Pump me full of your cum." With a roar, he slammed home one last time, cock pulsing as he erupted, hot spurts flooding her depths.

“Because soon, things are going to change. And when they do… I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.” “Crossfire?” My voice wavered. “Ian, what are you into? What are you talking about” Instead of answering, he smirked faintly, leaning close enough for me to feel the heat of his breath. “Stay close to me, Eve. Or you might just… disappear.” Before I could respond, he brushed past me and disappeared into the night, leaving me trembling at the gate, unsure if the shiver down my spine was fear or something darker. ⸻

KNOX I set Ivy down and the loss of her warmth hits me like a wave. I feel like a fucking addict on withdrawal. “Hide. Now.” She doesn’t hesitate. Ivy drops to her hands and knees and crawls under my desk, her blonde hair and bare ass disappearing into the shadows. I take three seconds to breathe. In through my nose, and out through my mouth. My cock is still rock hard and straining against my zipper, so I count to ten before moving to the door.

“This final vow is taken the way the others were. In flesh.” Ivy removed her clothes without being told twice. Sandals. Linen. Underwear. She folded them and set them on the chair, bare under the lamp, while Cain watched with open proprietary hunger. The fear was still there, low and honest. So was the wetness already gathering between her thighs. “Kneel.” She knelt. Cain freed himself and rested the thick head of his cock against her lips. “Open. Slow. Eyes up.” Ivy took him into her mouth and looked up as instructed, sucking with deliberate care, spit slicking him as his fingers threaded into her bound hair. Cain guided her deeper by degrees, controlled and intense, the private severity of

Ivy’s eyes fell between my legs and darkened further, her lips slightly parting. She liked what she was seeing and knew she would love it when she felt it inside her. I walked over to the side table and dearly hoped I still had the spare box of condoms I stashed here just in case. Thankfully it was. I grabbed one and kept my eyes locked on my mate as I rolled it on, the material literally straining against my length. Ivy was watching my every move in silence and the scent of her arousal getting stronger with each second told me that she approved.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop while he breathed in the scent of my shirt like he could not get enough. I stood there trembling, my own arousal soaking into my panties. My mind was spinning. He wanted me. Aiden, the leader of the Iron Vipers, the man I had been crushing on for years, was getting off to the thought of me. The realization made me bold. Or maybe stupid. Before I could talk myself out of it, I pushed the door open a little wider. The soft creak of the hinges made his eyes snap open.