Romans & histoires Books Erotica

And something else. Bethany’s fingers snuck under my lacy panties and I inhaled sharply. Her thumb and forefinger assessed the foliage of my densely forested pussy while her other hand cradled the back of my head. She eased me down like she was Rhett Butler in Gone with the Wind. The certainty and self-assured grace my teenaged stepdaughter exuded as she claimed me charmed a raunchy delight from my folds, the wet heavy aroma of which I know filled her nostrils as easily as it did my own. Maybe I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

“This pussy. These tits. All of it.” I nodded, beyond words. Third orgasm hit harder. My body locked. I dug my nails into his shoulders and came around his cock in long pulses. He groaned and followed, burying himself deep and flooding me. Hot. Thick. Until I felt it leaking out around him. We stayed joined, breathing hard. He pulled out slow. Cum dripped down my thigh. Afterward, neither of us moved for a long moment. The linens smelled like wax and dust and him.

Erica let out a sharp cry, a single tear slipping down her cheek as she panted and gasped. Dave leaned in, running his hand over her welted bottom to ease the worst of the sting. His fingers dipped lower, sliding into her slick folds. He groaned at how wet she was, the evidence of her arousal glistening on his hand. “You’re soaking wet,” he murmured, almost to himself, as his fingers explored her. He found her needy clit, tracing lazy, soft circles around the swollen bud. Erica’s whole body buzzed with need, her hips moving instinctively toward his touch.

Sofia opened a heavy door and let him step inside first. The soundproof booth was quiet the moment the door clicked shut behind them. Thick velvet seats faced a giant screen that was already rolling silent black-and-white footage. It was an art-house erotica film she had directed the year before. Slow, sensual shots of bodies moving together, hands sliding over skin, mouths open in silent moans. Sofia dimmed the lights until the room was bathed in the soft glow from the screen. She sat down in the wide velvet seat in the center, legs spread comfortably. She patted her lap.

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

He feels the friction, the wet heat, the slick slide of skin on skin, each movement a testament to his dominance, to her involuntary submission. Their skin slaps wet, obscene. The sound echoes in the hallway, a rhythmic, pounding beat that is both grotesque and undeniably arousing. The wetness, the raw friction, the rhythmic thwack of their bodies colliding, creates a symphony of taboo pleasure. He feels the sweat break out on his own back, the sheen of moisture on her skin, mingling, merging.

"Watch Mommy’s ass take this young cock. I am addicted to you. I will sneak into your car, text you when Jake is asleep, let you breed me in hotel rooms, anything you want." The passionate heat mixed with nasty desperation. I thrust up hard to meet her bounces gripping her wide hips and pounding from below. Her heavy tits bounced wildly in the mirror across from us. Elena came hard. Her pussy gushed and fluttered around my cock as she screamed my name, juices squirting down my balls. She kept riding through her orgasm grinding and circling her hips like a woman possessed.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.