Best Monster Erotica Novels & Stories

Her eyes closed as her body tightened. Monster felt her response and smiled. His size had never failed to please the ladies but now he only wanted to please her. He felt her tighten her grip on his cock even tighter and he almost lost it then but he dug in deeper and harder. Then when she flew over the top, he lasted a few more deep strokes before he exploded inside her. He roared when he came as this woman had entirely captured him and a moment later, he rested his head against hers. “That was freakin’ unbelievable,” he whispered.

KATHERINE MONTERO: I watched him take out oil or a lubricant from a drawer, pouring in on his hand and rubbing his cock, slowly, making me burn even more for him as my expectations built. He heard that dark glee In his eyes, and I started to think maybe all of this was a bad idea, except my body didn't think so. “You said you wanted to talk…about what?” He asked, still stroking his cock, he wanted me to speak while all of that was happening..

His mouth and cock thrusting into me while he made me read his own dirty words back to him. I pumped the toy faster and increased its vibrating speed, hips grinding against my hand, wet filthy sounds filling the library. I was so close already, thighs trembling and pussy clenching greedily around nothing. “Dr Hale…” I whispered his name like a prayer. “Please, fuck me senseless.” Just then, behind me, a desk creaked. I froze. The vibrator was still buzzing inside my dripping cunt when I whipped my head around. Dr Hale stood less than five feet away from me, leaning casually against the edge of another table, arms crossed over his broad chest.

Then I’d stand, bend her over the railing, and thrust into her from behind, her cries echoing across the water as I claimed what’s always been mine. Elena’s breathing grew ragged. She hiked her dress higher, fingers slipping beneath the damp cotton of her panties. Her clit was swollen, slick with arousal. She circled it slowly as she turned pages, lost in Victor’s raw confessions. Last night I wrote her name while I came. Elena. Elena. Elena. If she ever returns, I won’t hold back. I’ll lock the doors, strip her bare, and spend days teaching her body every filthy pleasure. Spreading her ass cheeks and rimming her tight little hole while she fingers herself. Making her watch in the mirror as

Without saying another word to him, my hands flew to his chest, using every strength I could find, I determined to push him off the wine bar, yet he didn't budge, instead he tried to grab my hand, which I swiftly yanked away. "Don't you dare touch me, you cold-blooded demon!" I glared at him, shouting at the top of my voice. "Do you know what's too dangerous for me?" I asked, gesturing with my hands. "You!" "You're a monster. Why can't you leave me alone?" I demanded. "Why can't you let me be?" His lips curled upwards and a low derisive chuckle escaped his lips. He seemed amused. His eyes spoke of how much pleasure he derived from my distress, they glinted with amusement.

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.

Adra, the enigmatic force that had drawn her into this intoxicating web, was climbing into the sheets. He was naked this time, his powerful frame sculpted by shadows and faint light. Her breath hitched. He wasn't waiting, wasn't watching. Instead, he was pleasuring himself, his hand moving with slow, deliberate strokes against his already swollen cock, preparing himself for his own mood, for the feast that lay before them. Amina blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up with the raw, visceral reality unfolding before her eyes. *Oh my God,* she thought, a dizzying blend of terror and exhilaration seizing her. *She was about to be fucking dominated by two men.* The thought, both terrify

Kristen’s breath hitched. She barely had time to think before he devoured her, his mouth hot and wet against her most sensitive spot. He sucked her clit slowly, then faster, making her cry out and grab his hair. Her moans grew louder. His groans vibrated against her. Then he pushed his tongue inside her, in and out, over and over, driving her insane. Her legs shook. She was barely holding on. But just before she tipped over the edge, he pulled back. She whined in frustration, but he came up and kissed her again, slipping a finger into her mouth and watching her suck it.

We use it for bondage now. MAD GHOSTS OF LuST 295 He fucked me harder and harder. The pain biting my nipples soared, leveled out and soared again whenever he knocked or twisted the clamps. He dug his fingers into my blood-suffused flesh. Colors bloomed behind my eyelids and when I was there, the colors were my world. Flickering clutches of coming pulled me into myself and flung me out. Inside and outside, all at the same time. Ecstasy escapes description; it’s like trying to package steam.

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."