Christian Erotica Novels & Stories

I start to take off my yellow shirt when he hesitates to take off my clothes but he stops me. "No!" I'm so embarrassed and I feel so humiliated. "I thought you were allergic to 'No's," I joke, not even looking at him. "I can't have sex with you, Rebecca." "Aren't you... Attracted to me?" "Of course I am! But I just can't..." "Why?" "I'm a Christian." "So I'm I." "A Christian who does not fornicate." I roll my eyes. "Sex is not a big deal." "I'm a true believer, Rebecca. And the Bible says that neither adulterers nor fornicators will enter the gates of heaven."

It was just an observation, barely registering in my haze of pleasure, but then Christian's teeth pulled away, growling at the man with a silent threat. "Fuck man, I get it, your mate's fucking hot, but you couldn't hold on for a few more minutes till you got home?" "What do you want to do with him, love? You want him to fuck your tits?" Christian asked, hitting my weak spot head-on. For some reason, they all seemed to have discovered I had a terrible obsession with giving boobjobs. Despite the humiliation of it, the feeling of a cock sliding between my tits brought me more pleasure than a lot of cocks had tried and failed to do.

Instead of yanking my skirt down and screaming for him to get out (as any sane person might do), my hand returned to its sinful work beneath my panties. A strangled gasp tore from Ethan’s throat as he realized what I was doing. He had taken another step back as if to leave, but now he went utterly still, eyes widening even more. He watched. I kept my gaze fixed on him, half in defiance, half in desperate need. My face was burning with embarrassment and arousal, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. The delicious pressure of my fingers on my clit again dragged me back from the brink of loss. My hips bucked against my hand and I let out a shuddering moan.

"Christian, you are surely not suggesting we have sex in here?" "Well, why did you think I chased everyone out?" "For us to be alone?" "Yes, so we can have sex." This man is absolutely sinful; he can be dangerous one moment, then all sweet and sexy the next. As I stare at him and nod my head, I can still not believe that I am with Christian Caine.

but instead she rubbed her gigantic tits on his face, and stroked his cock at the same time. She created perfect sensual friction that caused Light to close his eyes, stand still, and let himself be pleasantly tortured. Lexi inhaled as much sexual energy as she could from Light from this action. Many centuries of practice had enlightened her on the fact that this was the quickest method to make a straight man cum. The sexual energy emanated from humans produces testosterone in Sex Demons. That was why Lexi and her husbands preferred to consume the sexual energies of attractive and freaky humans only. Where can you find those? Of course, on the dark web.

“You told me I could do a special interest piece for the magazine and I’ve been looking for something different. I thought I’d talk about the popularity of BDSM in romance novels. Discuss what really happens in this type of relationship. And I thought it would be a fun angle to ... you know, talk to a real-life Christian Grey about the whole lifestyle. This man is a wealthy guy, owns a huge corporation and he’s into domination. I think our readers would love it.” His chest constricted. The guy reminded him of someone from his past. Someone he did not want to think about. He frowned. Ashley glanced at her friend Adam. She had bungled this conversation. Maybe she’d become too relaxed about the

Why is it so goddamn hard? The obscenity, the wrongness of it all—her husband right in the next room, possibly on the other side of the very wall they’re fucking against—only fuels the intensity of her arousal. It heightens everything. Adrian pounds into her mercilessly, brutally, as if she’s the only thing keeping him alive. Her pussy clenches tightly around him, her body betraying her completely. She gasps. Moans. Whimpers. He hits that spot—that spot—again and again, tearing every ounce of self-control from her bones. Her head spins. Her body shakes.

Elias She didn't look away. That was her first sin. Her second? She let her tongue wet her bottom lip while staring straight at me—like she didn't care I was a man of God. She wasn't here to confess. She was here to provoke. To tempt. To blur the lines I'd sworn never to cross. I was supposed to offer her the words of salvation, of redemption. But instead, I sat frozen, cock hard beneath my robes as she detailed her filthy dreams in a voice sweet enough to damn angels.

He knew as Christian, he wasn't going to allow her to get close to her Shania exhaled loudly and smiled “How about you work hard for it, find out what I like Mr. SM… I'm sure both of us will have fun, or maybe you can take off that mask” she whispered while biting her lower lip seductively. Just watching her bite those plump lips had Christian feeling miserable. One thing made him feel bad. He couldn't have sex with her as SM. She already knew his body as Christian, if he exposed his body to her. She would recognize her. “Intriguing,” he muttered in amusement and rose to his feet. Even if he was unable to have sex with her. He could as well as pleasure her in a way he knew how to

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.