Caveman Lust Novels & Stories

Lyca cried in delight as my erection lashed her insides. Her excited moans incited me to even more frantic activity. I redoubled my efforts to satisfy her. The sensations resulting from her writhing and twisting on my embedded spear were almost too much for me. I could stand no more. “Gahh!” I moaned, “I’m cumming! Oh…my…God! I’m cumming!” Once again, my hot cream spewed from me and, when it did, my partner went wild. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck-k-k-k! Fuck me! Yes, loverr!” Lyca cried. Her body snapped and jerked on top of mine. “Ah! Ahh! More! More! Give me more!”

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

I couldn't back down, not at this moment that she was within my grasp. Vera jumped into the open area and the couple froze as they sighted us. The man pulled Cassie's head, burying her face in his chest. "Before you say anything, she's my mate, can you please excuse us?" he said with the tiny voice of a coward, which was a surprise to me and Vera. We never expected such well built man to sound like a weak fellow. "Really?" Vera let out, mocking the duo with chuckles. "Your wife is really beautiful, can we see her face, a quick peek?" she asked and we both wait to catch the glimpse of Vera's shameful face.

I wanted him to tangle his fingers in my hair and tug at it. My heart pounded even harder. My body flushed, the foreign sensation running rampant. Is this what it felt like to crave someone? Lust and I were never on the same page. I had touched myself before, but nothing I did really satisfied me. Nothing like this. Like being set on fire. And at the root of all my fantasies were unusual blue eyes. So interesting, oddly the color of the phenomenon when snakes change their eye color before they shed their skin. Even when we first met, how he cornered me, his voice deep and dark. I was ashamed to admit how much I liked it.

Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE” Luca stood over me, shirt gone, cross swinging between carved abs. Mara knelt at his feet, silver collar shining, and mouth wrapped around his cock—thick, veined, angry—sucking slow and sloppy, spit dripping down her chin onto the floor. She pulled off with a wet pop. “Time to wake the slut,” she purred, crawling up my body, fingers digging into my thighs, and spreading me wider. Luca grabbed the handheld 8K.

The sight made my pussy throb again. Marcus pushed me on the couch and spread my legs. He knelt down and devoured my pussy with his mouth. His tongue licked every inch sucking my clit hard. I moaned loud and held his head. Mom was next to me with Jamal between her legs doing the same. Tyler moved between us playing with our breasts and kissing us. The men were hungry for us. They licked and sucked our pussies like they could not get enough.

Wisps of it stuck to my flushed skin, and drool leaked from beneath the duct tape as James pistoned in and out of me, his deep groans sinking into me as deeply as anything else. The noise that came out of him was so raw and guttural, it sounded more like beast than man. Tight, hot, and so fucking wet. We fit so perfectly it was like God himself had custom carved us for each other. I loved the sounds of his pleasure. I loved the way I felt right then, helpless and ravished yet so very safe. I—

Damon moved behind and pushed a finger into my tight asshole while Sinclair pounded up into my pussy. They used all three of my holes at once. The room filled with filthy wet sounds — my gagging, the squelching of my soaked cunt, skin slapping skin. I was lost in pure animal lust. “Take it, you curvy little cumdump,” Cane groaned, face-fucking me. “This is what you were made for.” I came again, screaming around Cane’s cock as my pussy spasmed violently around Sinclair. They rotated positions, each man taking turns destroying my cunt and mouth while the others played with my tits and ass.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

Sexual release the goal even though both of them really love one another but the lust was really strong as well. Hungrily she kissed, making marks with her teeth on his neck and chest, Cullen really liked it. ‘It feels like she owns me because of this, she is really aggressive right now, instead of going to his comatosed boyfriend, she is here with me, fucking me intensely.’ Cullen thought. Heart continued down, unopposed until she reached his hard as rock big dick. ‘I don’t even know why I am here, but I chose to be with him. I love him and I lust for him. I always want him inside of me.’ Heart thought.