Black Erotica Novels & Stories

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.

The sight of him… spread open, vulnerable, trusting… made my cock throb painfully against my pants. "So pretty," I murmured, running my fingers through his hole. "So wet for me already. Look at you, sweet boy. Your little hole is practically dripping." He whimpered, his hips bucking against my hand. "Alpha, please…" "Please what?" "Touch me. Please touch me." I lowered my mouth down to his cunt and licked. He cried out, his hands grabbing my hair, his back arching. His taste exploded on my tongue… sweet and addictive, pure Ethan. I licked and sucked and fucked him with my tongue, diving deep into his tight hole, feeling him clench around me.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

My skin was flushed a deep, feverish pink, coated in sweat and expensive lube. I had lost count of the orgasms; they had blurred into one continuous, white-hot hum in my brain. But as I looked at the three olive-skinned giants surrounding me, I knew I didn't care. They could fuck every ounce of energy and strength out of me until I was nothing but a memory on these silk sheets, and I would die happy. "Jax," Dante’s voice broke, deep and vibrating against my back. "Pass me the lube. The thick one."

When his hot, wet mouth touched her duty, she felt her head explode. “Fuck.” She couldn't hold the moan. Never in all her twenty-four years of existence has she thought she woukd be turned on by torture. “Bad bitch,” Sandro commented knowingly. His middle finger buried itself into her pussy. When her sleek wetness greeted him, he smiled to himself. “Already wet.” Shit. Shit. Shit. Lilith couldn't contain her embarrassment. She shook, turning every which way to stop the finger sliding in and out of her. Sandro pinched her lower stomach.

Hot wet sounds filled the room as Bethany’s pussy welcomed and wrapped itself around the fat intruder. “Oh Bethany, I love you so much, and to show it I am going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Would you like that precious? Do you want your mama to make you cum?” I asked through my own hard breathing. “Oh… oh fuck yeah mama I need to cum so bad… make me cum hard!” she begged. The heady froth of her little pussy drenched my cock and I knew she was about ready to explode. I quickened my pounding while swiveling my hips, priming her body for orgasmic overload.

His thumb brushed the edge of my lower lip. “Have you ever taken a black guy’s dick before?” The question cut straight through the haze. My pussy clenched around nothing, already wet again. “No.” A small, satisfied sound left him. He let go of my chin, reached down, and pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower. The heavy weight of his cock sprang free...thick, dark, already half-hard and still growing as I watched. “Well,” he muttered, voice rough now, “I’m about to introduce a new fetish into your life.”

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Private. He turned to me, eyes black with pure lust. “Alright, Ava. Time to pay your old man's debt like a good little whore.” His big hand shoved straight up under my tank top, rough palm claiming my bare tit completely. He squeezed hard, thumb flicking my stiff nipple as he pulled me into a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth, tasting of whiskey and smoke while he pinched and rolled my nipple hard between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth despite myself, my body betraying me.