Cerita Gairah Selingkuh Novels & Stories

" he whispered into Daniel’s ear. He dropped a hand and gripped Daniel’s dick just this side of too hard, and twisted his hand on the upstroke. Daniel was caught up in the erotic push-pull of this hooker’s touch, feeling as if he could come there and then. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, what he could touch, what he couldn’t, what he had paid for, what he hadn’t. Finally, he settled for grasping the drawer unit behind him for balance. He didn’t know what he expected, but he hadn’t expected the talking, and it wasn’t like he was stopping, his voice dripping with sex into his ear, "…so hot for this, aren’t you, so desperate for my cock in your virgin ass?" He smirked, using his free

Arlo and Soren are annoyingly bending over me from behind to read over my shoulder, and Cerelia leans against the edge of the table, arms crossed, golden hair braided back and eyes sharp. We’ve all read enough to be aggravated, but not enough to be satisfied. The damn thing is hundreds of pages long, crammed with notes in Isadora Redgrave’s spidery, slanted hand. “So far it’s mainly just logistics,” Cerelia mutters, flipping a page. “Smuggling routes, blackmail lists, names of judges she has in her pocket.” “And extremely detailed notes on their mistresses, kinks and drug habits,” I add, pushing my hair back from my face. “Is she running a crime syndicate or gossip column?”

In addition, it can increase an urge for sex. Elena even in her unconscious state, arched her back for me, her lips parted, and I watched the way her n*****s hardened and her p***y tightened around my fingers. I readjusted myself on the bed, placing my left hand by her head. I leaned all my weight on it while forcing a third finger into her tight cunt. My c**k twitched in anticipation to be inside her. Her breath cut, and I gently kissed the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

Every movement of her hand against the canvas mirrored the sensation of tracing a lover’s body, coaxing hidden pleasures to the surface. But then there was sex, a different kind of art. Raw, untamed, and all-consuming. The rhythm of intertwined bodies, the heat of skin meeting skin, the unapologetic hunger. She wasn’t a stranger to lust or the tangled heat of passion, but nothing in her past had prepared her for him.

They both looked at each other and saw only passion and desire for each other. Though he was calming her down his own hormones were ditching him and giving him a tough time to control himself. His eyes had a clear view of her exposed skin that was enough to provoke him. He couldn't control himself anymore and his lips landed on her skin. Nandini squeezed her eyes in passion while Manik started placing kisses on her neck.

I opt to leave them on because I’m already leaking precum and there’s a naked woman in front of me that I’m not sure I should fuck. She gets on her knees and begins to crawl to the end of the bed towards me and I take a step back, shaking my head when she reaches for the waistband of my briefs. “I love your body,” she sighs as she drags her gaze all over me lasciviously. “If you like it now, you should have seen it when I was in the league.” She drags her index finger sexily across her lip. “I wasn’t legal when you were in the league.”

But he pulls back slightly, teasing, his lips brushing mine without fully kissing. "My gold medalist." He says, smiling. I smile too, and we kiss again. "You made it possible," I whisper when he finally lets me breathe, my voice breathy. He smirks, that wicked glint in his eyes, his thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. "Nah, Kiera. You had the fire all along. I just... ignited it." His hands slide down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, my hips, sending shivers through me. He hikes up my dress inch by inch, exposing more skin, his fingers grazing my thighs, teasing the sensitive inner parts without touching where I need him most.

Cassie growled defensively. "I see. This Patty chick made up those rumors to get back at you huh?" I wasn't sure if I believed her or not. "Yeah. As if I'd have sex with him," she continued. "So you're saying that you aren't interested in sex?" The urge to tease her was too tempting. "What? No, that's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that I've only been with two guys my whole life and neither of them did that thing you did with your tongue," she nervously explained.

He spanked my ass lightly, the stings blending with pleasure. "Count the strikes," he said. "One... two..." I gasped between thrusts. By ten, I shattered again, pushing back desperately. He varied his pace—slow and deep, then fast and punishing. Conversation flowed through the haze. He asked about my human life, my secret fantasies. I confessed them all while he drove into me. "I dreamed of a dark lover taking me roughly," I admitted. "Now you have him." He reached around, pinching my clit. Another orgasm ripped through me.