Novel & Cerita Cerita Erotis Dewasa Novel

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

Soft, wet sounds carried across the water. His mouth found my neck, open and hot, kissing a slow path down to the tops of my breasts while his fingers kept working me under the surface...steady, deep strokes that made my hips rock forward against his hand. The water made every movement feel smoother, more secret, even though we were completely visible. “Feel how wet you still are,” he whispered, thumb circling my clit while his fingers fucked me. “Like your body already knows it isn’t finished yet.” I could only moan in answer, head tipping back against the tile as he sucked one nipple into his mouth beneath the waterline, tongue flicking while his hand kept the same relentless rhythm betwee

But gosh, that cock of his was fine, stretched out towards me like it couldn't wait to have me. He ran a hand over his dirty brown hair. Why was I just noticing his biceps, his broadened chest and taunt abdomen? I had been reading an erotic story the day he must have caught me touching myself. How he'd seen me, I didn't know. I'd worn a dress that very day, reading the story through my phone. When I noticed I needed a release due to the sexual tension, I'd raised my dress to my thigh... Since the lights in the train constantly blinked and there had been no one around me, I managed to take off my panties.

Chapter 145 Elena’s POV The train picked up speed again, plunging us deeper into the night. My legs still felt unsteady from the orgasm he had forced out of me in front of all these strangers. My pussy throbbed with leftover pulses, panties soaked and clinging uncomfortably. I could smell my own arousal mixed with the stale air of the carriage. Shame burned hot in my chest. What kind of woman let a nameless man finger her to climax surrounded by tired workers and late-night travelers? Yet my body craved more.

Rope after rope of hot cum flooded me from behind, mixing with Nick’s, leaking out around them both in messy, obscene drips. We stayed like that,locked together, panting, sweating, trembling in the aftershocks. The fairy lights blinked softly, like they were winking at our filth. My body hummed, sore and sated. Slowly, gently, they eased out of me. I whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and used in the most delicious way. Warm cum trickled down my thighs,both of theirs mixed together and I didn’t even care.

The dull pain diminished, replaced by immense pleasure. "Tight as a glove," he grunted, one hand reaching around to pinch my nipple as he rolled it roughly. Cedric matched him from below, his thrusts grinding up against my G-spot making my walls quiver. Draven grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing my head till I swallowed him, and my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. My body trembled as their rough fucks were taking me to the edge. I ground against them wildly, "Mmffffffmmmmmmm", my mouth vibrating around Draven's shaft as an orgasm crashed over me.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.