Bwwm Erotica Novels & Stories

These men are my darkness, my addiction, and I'll beg for more every time. Alvaro grabs a red lace bra from the drawer, the kind that pushes everything up just right. He clips it on me, his fingers brushing my nipples until they're hard peaks straining against the fabric. "Look at you, already perking up for more," he murmurs, his breath hot on my neck. I feel a fresh rush of wetness between my legs, my pussy clenching at the tease.

she says with a wicked little grin. Lara’s hands and mouth are eager and skilled. She kisses down my body, paying special attention to my sensitive 34C breasts before moving lower. When her tongue finds my clit, I moan loudly, gripping the sheets. She works me perfectly, alternating pressure and speed until I’m right on the edge. Just as I’m about to come, she slides two fingers inside me and sucks harder. I shatter, my body arching off the bed as intense pleasure crashes over me.

“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."

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

Knees apart, palms on my thighs, chin tilted up. I hear someone groan in the crowd. A few more mutter prices. But the auctioneer isn’t rushing this one. “This omega,” he begins, “is one of our most. . . untamed delicacies. Bred in captivity. Heat is in full bloom. No prior bonds. Virgin and trained well.” There is a rustle of excitement through the crowd. I bite my tongue hard. I’m no virgin, I have just not been touched there. But definitely not untouched., they trained me well enough for that.

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!"

Lucian's POV My eyes found Melissa who had just stepped out into the porch in her extremely tiny bikini thong and bra that left nothing to the imagination. I bit down on my lips as I trailed my eyes from her breast to her perfect waist. My hands itched to reach over and pull her into the water with me and trace the curves of her body with my hands or tongue. Fuck! Her waist, though. The way the bikini thong sat on it, like it was made to be there. Now, I was starting to regret why I have never suggested we come out for a swim earlier.

But then I saw the rewards. [Reward Tiers:] [1,500 points = Multiple Orgasms.] [2,500 points = Breeding Fantasy Fuck (No Pull-Out).] A breeding fantasy. The words sent a shiver down my spine that was pure, unadulterated need. It was the ultimate reward, the ultimate act of ownership. To have him inside me with nothing between us, to feel him cum, to be claimed in the most primal way possible. I wanted it. I needed it with a desperation that scared me. I would do anything to get it.

Pretending, trying not to imagine crawling under the desk and begging him to fuck my mouth while we try to stay quiet. By noon I was feral, wild, wet. I walked, staggered, but composed, to the executive restroom. My body was trembling with need. I stormed inside the restroom, pulled my skirt all the way to my stomach, shoved my panties down and immediately thrusted my fingers inside my pussy. I clutched hard on the doors handle fingering myself like a lunatic. I started with two fingers, then three, palm rubbing furiously against my clit with bruising force consecutively. I couldn’t stop I just wanted to dull the ache. “Fuck, Eric...” I whispered, trying not to be too loud. I pictured him be