Best Friend Erotica Novels & Stories

It was pure pleasure. I pushed the door open a crack and froze. There she was, naked on our bed, legs spread wide, while her best friend Lisa was on top of her. Lisa had this thick purple dildo strapped around her hips, and she was driving it deep into Sarah's pussy with steady, hard thrusts. Sarah's hands were gripping the sheets, her back arching up every time Lisa pushed in. "Fuck, Lisa, right there," Sarah moaned, her voice all breathy and desperate. "Don't stop, please, it feels so fucking good."

He says and I try to rein them in. "I'm not crying over him. I'm crying over the fact that one of my best friends went behind my back, fucked my boyfriend and neither one of them said anything. That was weeks ago, Quinn!" I cry and he shooshes me gently, running his fingers through my hair as I calm down. "You deserve better, sweetheart. A better man and better friends." He says and his words soothe my shattered heart. I hold him tighter thinking maybe, just maybe I've found both in the same person.

Our kisses were torrid, desperate, like we were trying to erase something—or someone—from our minds. My hands gripping her hips as I ground against her. Her moans were loud, unapologetic, and they fueled the fire burning in my chest. But beneath the surface of my desire, there was something darker, something I couldn’t shake. The image of Damien, my best friend, fucking some stranger in his car flashed in my mind. I’d seen it all—the way Damien’s hands had gripped the stranger’s waist, the way his head had thrown back in pleasure. He was supposed to be waiting for me at the supermarket, but instead, he’d chosen someone else. The betrayal stung, deep and raw, but I pushed it down. I wouldn’t

The fullness was overwhelming, the head dragging against my G-spot over and over. Lila rocked faster against my face, her wetness coating my lips and chin. Her taste was sweet and musky, her soft moans barely audible as she tried to stay quiet. My best friend laughed. “Good. Don’t get too bored. I’ll be back in a couple days. Love you!” “Love you too,” I whispered, barely holding it together as Marcus slammed into me harder, his hips snapping forward. The wet slap of skin on skin was loud in the room, but my best friend didn’t seem to notice.

He reached up, grabbing her breasts, squeezing them rough, his fingers digging in, then sliding one hand down to finger her pussy while she kept riding, his thumb circling her clit, making her arch back and cry out even louder. I stood there, watching him fondle my fucking best friend, his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy, the sounds of their bodies slapping together filling the room, and I felt sick, used, like everything we’d had was just a lie. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, my voice broke as I whispered, “Alex… Alex!” Tyla’s eyes snapped open, she froze for a second, then scrambled off him, her pussy still glistening from how wet she was, his cock shiny and hard, pointing up like

SECOND EROTICA Harper had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. Our mothers were best friends too, and I think that made us automatic friends. Our brothers, though, hated each other. They were polar opposites in every sense of the word, and they butted heads like crazy. Most of the time they couldn't even be in the same room as one another.

Let me guess, My Best Friend's Boyfriend? -Diddy.

A broken sound came out of my mouth. He was looking at me while he did it like he wanted to see me fall apart infront of him. No rush. I open my mouth to protest but only a strangled gasp comes out. Adrian’s eyes meet mine and there’s pure wicked amusement in them as his fingers curl inside me, finding that spot that makes me see stars. “Sophia?” Damien’s voice sharpened. “Why are you breathing like that? Who is there?” I couldn’t talk. Adrian’s thumb found my clit and started rubbing while his fingers moved in and out of me. Slow. Wet. I could hear it. I was angry and I was getting close anyway. My hand slammed on the counter.

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

Winter is becoming colder day by day. “I guess it has been a trend among our pack that Betas and Slaves have a sexual relationship, eh?” Sasha just glanced at her, lips curling into a faint smile. “So tell me then. How does it feel to do your long-time childhood friend and bestfriend?” Sasha burst out giggling at that question. Leaning into Klea’s ears, she whispered. “It feels heaven and graceful and very uplifting to the soul.” Klea’s mouth slowly fell open to a gasp. “Really?” Her girl bestfriend leaped in excitement, cheeks blushing and filling with heat that she doesn’t know why. “I hope I can also get laid by a Beta, too.”