Christian Erotica Novels & Stories

He started kissing below my jaw and made his way to my neck. I let out an embarrassed breathy moan at him doing the bare minimum and tried to close my legs to hide the excitement I was feeling, but before I could—Christian had grabbed my thigh to stop me from moving. “Now why do you always get embarrassed that easily?” He breathed in my ear and moved his hand to the hem of my dress before he slowly hiked it up below my breasts so it could rest on my belly. “You know, my mom can be here any minute—but I promised to take care of you and to embarrass you.” He chuckled and pressed his finger against my clothed heat. “Wait, what this late?” I half moaned, but he ignored me and moved his hand up t

I was nineteen. His son’s ex-girlfriend. An hour ago, I’d been crying in the rain because of that same son, my chest aching, my heart raw and bruised. Now I was pressed against Ethan, my breath hot against his ear, my hand stroking him through his clothes until I felt how hard he was, how badly he wanted this—wanted me. It was wrong. I knew it was. But when I whispered his name and felt the way his body reacted, the way his breath hitched, something inside me snapped.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

We really need her to start talking about what happened because it looks like we are way off the mark. “Come here love, sit on my lap.” Christian takes her arm and pulls her over to where he is now sat, on the edge of the bed. I follow, holding her up by her waist, her legs wobble and her skin is beautifully flushed and pink from her orgasm. Knowing what Christian has in mind, I turn her back to him so she sits facing me. Her sparkling, emerald eyes look sleepy, and her body immediately relaxes against his chest. My hands tingle, the sensation causes my cock to stir, as I part her knees so her legs hang down the outside of Christians. She mumbles incoherently as I trail gentle kisses up towa

He shifts my g-string panties aside, leaving my pussy completely exposed to Isaac’s gaze. Christian drags a finger slowly through my wet folds. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Fuck off, man!” Isaac sobs, struggling violently. “You need to be arrested for this!” I can see Isaac’s face bulge with rage and I want more of it. I want him to drown in regret. Christian laughs. “I can’t be arrested, man. It’s consensual.” He lifts my right leg, bending me just enough for Isaac to see, then slides under my knee and drags a slow, flat lick up my pussy.

Not only have I missed him, but our intimate moments as well, and boy…his face when he cums is just…heaven. “Eyes on me, babygirl; look at what you do to me,” he says as he strokes himself more. His breathing gets heavier and I watch as he arches his back from the bed. The more he fists himself, the wetter I’m getting and I find my legs widening and slip my fingers in between my folds. I never knew watching a man please himself could look so damn erotic, but just watching Christian touch himself for me has got me throbbing and wet as fuck.

"Watch me, Chris." His jaw locked. I could see the muscles in his neck straining as I reached for the front clasp of the red bra. I unhooked it slowly, letting the lace fall away to reveal my breasts. I began to massage them, my thumbs circling my nipples into hard peaks. "Daphne... f-fuck..." Chris groaned, covering his mouth with his hand. It looked physically painful for him to stay still. I ignored his plea, letting out a long, high-pitched moan as I arched my back. I spread my legs wide on the marble island, the red net leggings and matching panties leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Christian’s lips spread in a smile, a wicked smile as he drags his fingers along the walls of my folds, “With the way you’ve acted these past few days, I shouldn’t let you come. I should just stand up, lick these juices off my fingers, and go home, leaving you high and dry, craving for my touch. But I can’t, Lyra, do you know why?” Christian’s erection presses into my back and it’s so hard it feels like a steel pipe behind me. I arch my back instinctively against him and hear him take in a sharp breath as the contact registers. The position just makes Christian have to lean over me even more fully to play with my clit and as his warmth surrounds me, the heat from his near-burning body toasty

Terry looked annoyed and then said, "I beg you, halt! The Happy Hill Pub is where I most recently held the position of janitor. Kindly have mercy on me and forgive me!" Christian persisted with his work in spite of Terry's repeated requests. Within a split second, he had removed every article of clothing that Terry was wearing, barring only one pair of underwear. Terry attempted to cover up the sensitive areas of his body despite the fact that he was shivering, scared, and disgusted. Christian stares in awe at the smoothness and perfection of his body, and he comes dangerously close to letting a drop of saliva fall to the ground. "I smell good! In addition to this, they are also attractive!"

He, because although he had slept with several women in his life, it was only mechanical sex, where he did not allow them to touch him, although he did not explore them much either; he would never have allowed any of them to do what he was doing right now, the beautiful princess sitting astride him. Christian continued to suckle one of her appetizing and provocative breasts like a man possessed, while with his other hand he squeezed her hard nipple and she panting madly rubbed against his Pen1s; the man felt how the fluid emanating from her bathed his pelvis, raised her hips a little, lifted her up and at the same time with his other hand he removed the clothes that were in the way.