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."

As my pleasure mounted, escalating inside me like a flood, I raised my head, biting my lip and let out a long but hushed set of moans and whimpers. "Come on," Hardin whispered, encouraging me, "Cum for me Chloe, my naughty little slut." I couldn't believe how turned on it made me to be called that during sex. Any other time I'd be furious, but it felt so right. Drawing my hand away from the wall briefly, I smacked my clit with my hand before going back to rubbing it. The sudden sharp sensation of the slap mixed with Hardin's dirty words and his hard manhood stretching me wide was enough to send me over the edge.

He made fun of me as my cheeks burned from embarrassment. I sure hope I didn't pee on myself. The new Christmas song that was playing in the background now was "All I want for Christmas." by Mariah Carey. Santa Claus got on the bed again, teasing my clit with his slippery dick as he removed the soiled vibrator, stretching out his tongue to lick my release from it. "What do you want for this Christmas, girl?" He asked and I shut my eyes. "Your Cock, Santa Claus. Please ravish me hard." I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind.

The ultimate act of defiance against God. “My child, taking the bride of Jesus as your own will only lead to eternal damnation,” he warned. “Divine retribution is no laughing matter. ” “Love is a beautiful thing, my child, but it must only be done in a marriage as God intended. Fornication is an ugly thing. A stain on God’s perfect plan,” the priest continued. Again with this Christian rhetoric. Shaming people for having sex. The most natural thing ever. After my last marriage I simply was not ready for another one.

Nick Christian gives a lurid grin, taking his time teasing off his own trousers and briefs, before circling around behind me. He trails his fingers down my spine, then down between my cheeks. I shiver. “Sure you’re ready for this?” I grab his wrist, sticking those long, slender fingers right up inside that opening. I try not to grit my teeth, try not to think of anything but Christian… It’s easy, as he presses down against those walls and warmth floods my body, guts twisting with pleasure.

Always slapping it imitating what I supposedly wanted from Christian. She was so wrong though. I just wanted that boy to start respecting me. Maybe even be my friend again. Although I had to admit there were moments that I lost myself in his devil eyes and sexy body. I wanted to push him so far that he would force his dominance over me. Wow! I really need to stop reading those stupid erotica novels. My head is not ok.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair warning: you’ll either test thei

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.