Bad Boy Sex Novels & Stories

She raised her voice, sounding very angry and her thunderous voice echoed through the room. “Relax Stephanie, we had sex after you guys broke up and you moved on with your girlfriend.” “Oh wow.” “His dick wad good but he was still very naive and he was a slow sex partner.” She furrowed her eyebrows and got up to go to the kitchen. “Slow sex partner? What do you mean by that?” “I mean I like the rough, no pity sex that comes with the multiple orgasms and the ass slapping.” I said excitedly, my mind flash backing to all the p**n videos I have been watching.

I want more. I want to be bad. Naughty for my daddy. As hard as it is to do, I wriggle back and slide off his cock and watch as his cum spills out of me. He looks at me perplexed for just a moment, but like a bad girl who has done it many times before, I spin around and get on my knees before him. Doggy style. “Christ, you sexy little bitch, where did you learn how to do that?” I smile as Damon spanks me, the hot sting a reminder of his dominance.

Because I know that my panties are soaked, and I know that the two powerful, dangerous, dangerous men pinning me to the table with their filthy words melting through my ears could see it. “Bad, bad girl,” Xavier purrs, moving into me and making a tsking sound. I whimper, feeling that thick bulge in his pants pressing into me and feeling his teasing breath on my neck. “And you know why I think we’ve got ourselves a bad girl?” he growls into my ear. I whimper and purr, taking a stuttered breath. “Because good girls don’t get messy wet panties when they get locked in a room with two bad, bad men. A good girl’s pussy wouldn’t get all slick and wet when those two bad men promise to make her their

"I made sure he chased me for years before agreeing to be his, and do you know the most memorable thing? I make sure I had a one-night stand with him to mess up his head." "Baddies!" Brabra snitched, and we all chuckled. "C'mon, for you to tame a bad boy, you have to be a baddie, babes, as I was saying, I made sure to give him all the bed styles that we make him yawn for my touch, in fact to the extent the sight of my curves alone gives him hard-on!" She boasted, and we cheered for her while I, on the other hand, was carried away. My mind drifted away to the night me and Thierry almost went intimate.

’ She licked her full pink lips and then bit the bottom one deliberately teasing him and he smiled back wickedly, ‘I would not have you any other way Zaya, there’s no fun in good girls, I like my bad, bad girl and I love my naughty sexy girl’ He lifted her easily and speared into her hot hungry pussy slamming her down hard until he filled her to his root she threw back her head so her long hair tickled his thighs and her beautiful breasts thrust forward just begging for his attention. Pulling her down he sucked them hard feeling her body clench around his cock as she came hard crying out his name without stopping he pounded harder taking her back up quickly as his cock swelled filling her so

"So fucking tight, even after so much fucking...best pussy ever...made for Daddy's Big Dick." Casey moaned as his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he lay there helpless against the bombarding waves of sensation, his lover's pounding of his sodden sex, and the heightened instinct to make with the arrogant bastard that drove him to near on madness in the wake of their sex act. "Fuck....fuck...fuck....oh...oh...oh...FUCK!" whimpered Casey feeling the heat spread all over his sweat-blasted young body. "FUCK....YESSSS POUND ME WITH YOUR BIG DONKEY DICK DADDY!"

When Wiretop slowed down Rose felt a lot better, she gave a moan of satisfaction while she kissed her father. Rose was delighted to be fucked "naughty, like a bad girl," between two real men. Both were real men who were not the "stick in and lose all control" children she knew in the past. They would give her body a nice long ride with plenty of appreciative good loving. It was the best of both worlds, she had a mature emotional lover and a dirty bad boy back-door fucker. Her father held her as a wife and a lover, kissing her like a mistress and sometimes slipping one hand around to play with her tits like a slut. Meanwhile Wiretop really wanted to do her ass, he was pure lust incarnate and

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

“Why the hell would I do that?” “Because you’re bored out of your mind,” Marcus shot back. “Because she bruised your ego in front of the whole hallway. And because it’ll be hilarious watching the great Aiden Voss chase a girl who doesn’t want him.” Tyler whistled. “Loser pays for spring break in Santorini. Full crew, private villa, yacht, everything. That’s real money if you fail.”

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno