Backrooms Stories Novels & Stories

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

After helping Aaron to his feet, I tore the tape off his mouth and brushed the dust from his clothes. Aaron took several deep breaths before finally regaining his composure. "That bastard nearly buried me alive in cement. Good thing Jessica showed up in time. She was livestreaming, so he didn't dare do anything worse. Instead, he just tied me up and brought me here." He pulled a USB flash drive from his pocket. It contained records of Lance's dealing in substandard building materials. By now, North Hill Corporation's commercial construction project had progressed to the point of no return.

“Degrade me. Call me your stupid cumdump. Tell me I’m only good for swallowing load after load while I leak down my legs. I’m so fucking empty, I need to be stretched and ruined. Make me cry for it.” My orgasm hit like a freight train. My back arched hard, toes curling into the sheets as my pussy clamped down around my fingers in sharp, greedy pulses. A broken moan tore out of me, raw and loud enough that I prayed my roommate was still out partying. “Fuuuuck, I’m cumming, I’m such a nasty bitch cumming all over my fingers thinking about being passed around like cheap meat.” I stayed there shaking for a long minute, my chest heaving, and my thighs slick and trembling.

Wasn't this exactly what she meant? The idea dissolved the last of my resistance. My hands softened, no longer pushing him away. Seeing that, Scott grew even more excited. He tore the already soaked T-back I was wearing right off my body. I knew something irreversible was about to happen. Heat rushed through my veins, overwhelming reason as excitement swallowed every remaining trace of restraint.

CLARA'S POV Even if I wanted to beg, I couldn't beg with a cock filling my throat. I could only moan. Drool. Sob. My hips moved on their own accord. Meeting each thrust. Grinding back onto the invasion of my bottom holes. And my clit was now a live wire. Throbbing… begging for more touch. Then the man behind me leaned forward. His chest against my back, his teeth grazing my ear. "You want to cum… don't you, slut?"

I wrapped my legs around him and felt his cock press against my entrance — hot, thick, insistent. "Upstairs," I breathed. "Upstairs," he agreed. His room was at the end of the hall. Small. Clean. A double bed pushed against the wall, sheets twisted from sleep. Books stacked on the floor. A window open to the afternoon, the curtain lifting in a breeze that smelled like rain. He set me on the bed and crossed to the bathroom. I heard a drawer open. A wrapper tearing. When he came back, I pulled him down onto the bed and rolled on top of him.

“How is it possible to have two back to back worst days of your life,” Yolanda moaned as she stared in horror at the clothes in her suitcase. She was going to kill her best friend, Jasmine Michaels. She wanted to cry as she held up a crimson red top that dipped to an obscenely low V in both the back and the front.

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e