Blueberry X Lust Novels & Stories

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He had been waiting for this moment, eager to steal a few precious moments with her and perhaps, if luck was on his side, to carve out a space for himself in her life. "She's in a lecture right now, but she'll be here in the afternoon. Are you missing her?" Lisa's teasing tone held a knowing glint in her eye, betraying her awareness of Sage's longstanding crush on Arina. She had watched their dance of glances and subtle gestures unfold over time, and she couldn't help but smile at the prospect of their potential romance.

She needed him to feel pity for her. I’ve changed locations and he always ends up finding me. This time he tried to rape me. At the mention of rape, Rios developed sudden hate for the guy he had no idea about. He hated guys who wanted to force their way on women even when the women didn’t give consent. I had earlier booked a reservation for a spa. I had gone there with the hopes of relaxing myself as I had been stressed out lately going from one company to the other trying to get my books published.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

Oh god, they’re touching me, pawing at me like animals, and my body’s responding, knees parting on their own, the ache so deep I can feel it in my bones, I want to hate them for this, for whatever they put in that coffee, but the lust is winning, making me crave their rough hands, their cocks, fuck, I need them to stop teasing and just take me, no, fight it, but how when every pinch sends sparks straight to my clit. My hands came up to push them away again, but they caught my wrists, pinning them to the arms of the chair, Murphy’s face inches from mine, breath hot on my cheek as he whispered. “What did we do to your coffee, huh, just a little lust serum to knock that prim attitude right out

He crossed his arms, his eyes hooded as he prepared to watch the spectacle I had practically begged for. I felt the heat of Bruce’s breath against my neck before his mouth found my skin. I tilted my head back, my gaze locking onto Ryan’s. Seeing him watch me like that and seeing the hunger in his eyes while Bruce laid claim to my body sent a jolt of pure lightning to my core. "Ryan..." I moaned, his name slipping out of my lips like a mantra. Bruce stopped abruptly, his head snapping up. He looked at me, his eyes black with a mix of jealousy and lust, then glanced back at Ryan.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

He stroked it slowly while watching her. “Finger that tight little pussy for me,” he said. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m your dirty little stepsister,” she breathed, sliding one finger inside herself. Her voice was exactly like in the videos. “I’m SweetLily… and I’m so wet right now.” She added a second finger, pumping them in and out while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Soft moans filled his room. She looked so perfect—tiny waist, perky tits bouncing slightly, her juices coating her fingers. He was leaking precum like crazy.

My hips shook and my breasts swayed as my body moved to eagerly receive his oncoming thrusts. “Leya. You’re so fucking sexy, Leya…” he murmured before shoving his cock all the way inside of me again. “Ahh…” I moaned weakly as my pussy tightened instinctively around the grith of his shaft. Bradon bent down and captured my lips in a consuming kiss that swallowed up my moans of ecstasy. His tongue delved into my welcoming mouth to deepen our kiss. My mind felt intoxicated by lust but our kiss did not last as long as I wanted it to. I moaned softly when he suddenly freed my lips. His face was a mask of ecstasy and he looked like a rutting beast as he stared down at me with his intense blue gaze.