Bully Erotica Novels & Stories

He stood between her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, a mix of hunger and dominance in his gaze. With a swift, aggressive movement, he positioned himself at her entrance, his lengthy dick pressing against her wetness. "Please, Daddy," Bianca moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Fuck me and tpear my pussy apart." Dr. Kendrick didn't hesitate, he entered her, filling her wet pussy completely. Bianca screamed, her back arching off the table as he hit that spot deep inside her that made her see stars. "Oh god, yes! Please, ohhh my pussy tear it Daddy, don't have mercy on me!"

I asked with a frown that he actually thought this was funny when I was hurting. "Do you know that I was so scared?" I asked him as he continued to muffle his chuckle. "I..I wasn't laughing at you, bullying is wrong it's Just that you look so cute when you're angry and I couldn't help but chuckle,I think I want to see this side of you more often..but not because of bullying". The simple word made the blush creep up to my face. What is up with this dude and always saying things out of the blue that really makes my heart flutter.

“Those are some nice marks you have on your neck and shoulders,’’ he whispered in my ears making sure his lips brushed mine. I closed my eyes, not knowing if I should feel nice and let the erotic feeling sweep over me, or if I should snap back to reality and start living again. The marks he was talking about were cigarette burn marks, he had done that to me, several times, and it had been long now, but they wee still there. The bully knew his handwriting, he knew that he had marked me, for all his present and future games. I hated it, I hated everything. “The other night, how was it, how was everything, did you like it,’’ he inquired. He was leaning dangerously close and the way he held my n

You hate him, remember? A soft whimper came out when I touched my finger on my sensitive part. With a tender rubbing of my core, I felt my juices come rushing down my fingertips. Am I making myself come to think of my bully? What does it matter? He would never know about it. I was about to reach the climax, sinning between these four walls, when someone banged on my door. “Great...” I huffed. Seriously? Even the universe doesn’t want me to be happy.

The steam swirled around us, the heat was suffocating, and the pleasure was blinding. I leaned forward, biting the nape of her neck, licking the water off her skin. She reached back, her nails digging into my ass, urging me deeper, harder, faster. "Cum inside me again," she begged. "Fill me up with your cousin juice. Make me pregnant, Alex." The dirty talk, the absolute taboo of it, snapped the last thread of my sanity. The idea of breeding her, of leaving a permanent mark of our sin, sent me over the edge.

Here's the continued Chapter Twenty-Nine of The Bully Who Fell First, where new alliances begin to form—and Bianca’s manipulations take a darker turn. Tessy lay sprawled across her bed, headphones on, scrolling mindlessly through her phone when Helena’s text came in. HELENA: Greg punched Henry. Whole hallway saw it. I’ll call you. Tessy sat upright immediately, her heart skipping. She yanked out her headphones and typed back fast. TESSY: Are you okay? What happened?? Seconds later, her phone buzzed. Helena’s name lit up. “Tess,” Helena’s voice cracked through the speaker. “He grabbed me.”

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

"Don't bully me." Sharp teeth pinch my skin, not piercing enough to hurt me, but they connect with a nerve that resonates through me. My knees weaken, and I might have started leaking through my panties, which would be embarrassing as fuck. I hold his arm for balance. It's becoming hard to stop my body from squirming, baiting the hardness in his pants that's prodding my back. My breath might be the loudest sound in the room, but my heart is the loudest in my ears. "Caleb suggested," I squeak through my dry throat when I explain.

Whatever this was. Revandrel opened his mouth, his fangs elongating further to their full length. “Revandrel Cel’theren,” the duke called in warning. I do not feel arousal, but I was wet. Soaked, even. Instinct made me rub myself against his thick erection pressing under me, right at my core. Only the material of my undergarment prevented direct contact. I moved again, whimpering. Perhaps I could tear it off— “Tartarus! You are not helping matters, Baevera. Stop rubbing against him!” Alaric hissed.

She tried to move out from between me and the wall, but I forced myself closer to her to further trap her. We were so close together I could feel her pointed nipples through her clothes and I groaned. I reached down to cup her pussy through her underwear underneath her skirt and she was so hot down there. I pushed aside her panties and found her soaking wet. She was such a bad girl, getting turned on from me bullying her. I ran a finger through her juices and rubbed her clit viciously, forcing a harsh orgasm from her. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she tried to keep from falling down.