Cockwarming Erotica Novels & Stories

I knew my dick was drooling, but then I felt the drippy, when she sank down and settled in my lap. She was wet as hell, and the sight of her impaled on my dick and anxious to ride, was probably going to make it a short ride. I tried to calm down, as she started a sensuous, cowgirl bounce. Those tits were gonna do me in too, but looking back, I doubt my solution really made me last much longer. I grabbed my glass and sipped whiskey, while watching my wife ride my cock. Raising the glass, I toasted, "To a cowgirl and cocktails...baby girl, I think we are made for longer weekends."

My release gushed over his cock, even dampening the hair on his lower abdomen. I trembled, collapsing against Jarek's chest, but he remained buried deep inside, unwilling to pull out. His fingertips traced down my spine. "You're so tight, honey. My cock's melting inside you." His words alone made my sensitive inner walls flutter again—earning me a warning slap. Smack! The sound of his palm against my rear echoed through the steamy bathroom. "Had enough rest?" he murmured against my ear, already rolling his hips in slow, deliberate strokes, grinding against every sensitive point within me.

Pre-cum started dripping from my cock as she started stroking it and I told her to lick the head of cock while stroking it and look me in the eyes while doing that. I watched as she licked the head of my cock and stroked the dick, her eyes locked onto mine. The scene unfolding before me was like something straight out of a p**n film. With her eager mouth and hungry gaze, she exuded an air of lustful desperation, like a slut in heat.

Her hot, tight throat felt amazing around my cock and I could feel myself getting closer. I closed my eyes and an erotic image flashed into my mind. I imagined my little wolf pet, wet and naked, covered in my cum and that seemed to do the trick. I felt my balls constrict with pleasure at the obscene thought, loads of sperm swimming up my appendage. I groaned like a wild animal, my hand never leaving Nyx's hair as I held her in position, her hot mouth enveloping my exploding cock. Glob after glob of hot white sperm filled her mouth and throat. I let go of her after my last load and she fell back.

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With her hands on the edge of the bed, Loveth felt like a true animal, like a wild hussy, as she cried out whilst taking it from behind. The two big cocks in front of her, one white and one black, swayed about right before her face, and she greedily opened her mouth as the two bell-ends got nearer. She sucked on one, then the other, as Wayne and Johnson worked their sticks, simultaneously jacking their huge beasts.

“Remember how you’d get all dressed up in barely anything under your clothes and we’d go to Coverts? We’d watch the other couples, get so turned on and fuck all night” I swallowed, my nipples tightening at the memory. I hadn’t thought about Coverts, the members-only swingers club, in years. Nathan and I were more watchers than swingers, watching everyone’s pleasure, which heightened our own. When we first began dating, we went often. Each time, we’d end up having some of the best sex of our lives.. We would role play or do some light kink. The last time we had gone to Coverts, Nathan was as fit as a horse. Or so we thought...

I growl, voice low, the stable’s shadows swallowing my words. I wave a hand, and ice tendrils slither from the beam, coiling around his cock’s base, squeezing with icy precision. He jerks, his cock swelling inside me, and I ride him faster, the beam creaking, hay sticking to my thighs. Anna’s laughter echoes faintly from the courtyard—she’s closer than ever—and my pulse spikes, making me wetter, my juices freezing in delicate patterns on his hips.

nothing. Anya started riding her lover harder. "C'mon baby," she groaned. She held his hands against her tits as she bounced up and down on his pounding hips. She felt all the right parts of her body tighten. For a moment, Croc was wondering if his good eye was playing tricks on him. He thought he saw light from the window reflecting off droplets of nothingness. 'No,' he thought. 'It's her sweat.' And the minute amount of sweat that became visible as Anya climaxed was floating around her face. He felt her squeezing his cock with her delighted pussy, and he quickly blew his load deep inside her. Thankfully, he DIDN'T see his seed floating around like a sexual lava lamp.

I was still trembling from the aftershocks of my second orgasm when Jax pulled me tighter against him on the couch, my soaked pussy sliding along the thick, veined length of his cock. The heat of him was insane—burning against my sensitive folds like a brand. Every slow rock of my hips made the fat head nudge my swollen clit, sending fresh sparks shooting through my belly. His precum mixed with my cream, making the slide filthy and slick, the wet sounds loud in the quiet lake house.