Cerita Hot Cinta Novels & Stories

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE BIG MAN IS A VIRGIN BOY PT2 ALEX ——— She was scorching hot. And her walls gripped my finger so tight it made my whole body shudder like I’d never known before. I kept my gaze locked on her slick, pink heat as I drove my finger in and out, slow at first, then deeper, harder. Camille’s breath broke into soft moans as she arched off the couch, pushing against me, begging without words for more.

His entire body shook as he came, shooting a massive, boiling hot load of cum deep inside me, filling my tight pussy to the very brim. He collapsed on top of me, his heavy chest heaving as he held me tight against the mattress. We stayed like that for a long time, the quiet returning to the room. The sin was turning into something much bigger, and as I felt his warm cum leaking out of me, I knew I was never going back to my old life again.

came my reply and I walked over to where she was standing and held out my arms for a hug, she fell into my arms and started to cry. After a couple of minutes with her head resting on my chest she started to speak "I have been so mean to you and the reason is that I love John and I was getting confused and upset about it, John is my husband but he never made me feel as alive as you do. I have told John that I have been sleeping with you and to my surprise he said that he already knew and is happy as long as I am. He is happy for you to share my bed once week, I also won't ask that you remain exclusive as I cannot give you love but I will not loan you out as my cock for hire. "

I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push. He steps back and turns us again, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs out so that I can ride him. I readjust myself to straddle his hips, then sink onto him. “There you go,” he says. “Give me those tits.” I lean forward into his outstretched hands, letting him hold me up as I ride. “You’re so fucking tight and hot for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever had.”

Mom responded, having tears in her eyes. 'That Man' they are talking about is none other than Curtis Massimo, the devil himself, he is one of the most wanted criminals aka Mafia who have hands in all types of illegal businesses and unfortunately, also my fiancee, I hate everything about him, Yet, I got one thing straight that he is not someone whom you like to have around especially when he is in his bad-tempered he never sees or thinks twice before murdering someone. Once, he killed a waitress because she doesn't bring dessert on time for me when he took me out for a date. He has no heart! Surviving that date is nothing less than an achievement. At least for me because I needed to watch eve

She imagined his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're so tight around me." The combination of the fantasy and her own touch was overwhelming. She felt her body tighten, her muscles clenching around her fingers. The pleasure was intense, a wave of heat that washed over her, making her to cry out. She moved her hand faster, her hips bucking against her fingers, her body arching off the chair. She was so close. She could feel the tension coiling in her lower belly, a tight, hot spring ready to snap.

The thought of looking further down made me feel even hotter than before. I swallowed hard as the heat coursed through my body, followed by a slight twitch in my pants. My lips parted to say something, but his lips crashed into mine, the words lost to oblivion. My hands found his waist, travelling underneath his shirt as I pulled him closer to me. The feeling of his bare skin beneath my hands was warm and intoxicating, a moan slipping out of my lips at intervals. He pulled away from my lips, trailing kisses along my jawline down to my neck and collarbone, as far as my shirt permitted. I couldn't hold back the moans that echoed out of my mouth as my body trembled from pure lust.

It took almost three hours of typing and his encouragement until I had fully unloaded my crappy life onto his shoulders. As he started to tell me more about himself, I found that he was a 55-year-old man who lived about five hundred miles away from me and had led a not dissimilar life. He had been married and divorced twice, and his current wife was not sexual at all. He had been using the chat room as an outlet for his sexual frustrations for two years now and occasionally wrote erotic stories for an online site. All his stories were about his fantasies of having sex with another man, although he claimed he had only tried it twice—neither time was all that satisfying. I asked him to direct

But after some minutes he finally gave in to his own burning desires and since then we've made love every single day to make up for all the lost times we didn't have! And it was sweet hot, sexy, steamy and passionate and we discovered new things, new spots of our body that we liked to be touched specially him with his scars, but i showed all my love and he took it all in like a sponge and now, our sexlife is even better than before all this mess!!!. End of flashback. I'm getting out of my deep thinking by the squeezing of my hand by Riley who is waiting for my answer: "Yes I do!" I say and they pronounce us officially as husband and wife and then he lifts up my chin with his finger and looks

He gripped my waist and slowly entered me; his eyes were fixed on mine the whole time. He was more slower this time, everything felt so much more intimate; more loving. The glint in his eyes as he watched me moan, fall apart under him, was proof of how much he adored me. I could see the pleasure etched over his features as he groaned slightly before engulfing me in another passionate kiss. The gentle caress of his fingers on my skin, the messy but sensual kisses, and the love behind his eyes made my heart feel complete. As I felt myself tighten around him, my climax building, his grunts got louder. He was about to climax too.