Crave An Erotic Story Collection Miranda Silver Novels & Stories

The air was thick with wet sounds—slick skin sliding, harsh breathing, low moans—and Mia was caught in the relentless storm of desire. Adrian’s cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop. He grabbed a bottle of lube and slicked his fingers before pressing one, then two inside her mouth again, testing her gag reflex as Mia sucked on his fingers obediently. Tristan’s cock pistoned deep inside her ass, hips grinding slow and deliberate, every stroke bending Mia over further, exposing her slick, vulnerable cunt to Gavin’s brutal pounding. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” Gavin groaned, hips slamming harder.

“Fuck, Tatum. Let me come. Please.” “Not yet,” Tatum whispered against her folds. “Tell me how much you crave this rivalry. Say it.” Her voice was thick with lust. She added a third finger and sucked harder on Sloane’s clit. Emotions crashed through Sloane. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and so fucking turned on. The hatred fueled everything. “I crave it,” Sloane gasped finally. “I crave beating you. Fucking you. Hating you like this.”

He pulled out suddenly, shoved me down to my knees on the wet floor, and slapped his dripping cock across my face. “Clean it.” I took him into my mouth greedily, tasting my own squirt all over his thick shaft. I sucked him deep, gagging and drooling while he fucked my throat. Through the mirror I watched myself on my knees servicing him like a desperate whore. Voices echoed from the front desk — staff getting ready to lock up. The thrill pushed me even further. Alex pulled me up by my hair, bent me over again facing the mirror, and slammed back into my dripping pussy. He choked me with both hands now, pounding me so hard the mirror shook.

The bond clawed at my chest, demanding more, demanding everything. I could not allow it. Not yet time to rip her completely apart. Two maidens from the conquered Silverthorn pack were brought to me in a smaller chamber nearby. They were comely enough; full breasts, soft hips, trembling with fear and reluctant eagerness to please their new lord. I took the first one without ceremony,bending her over a heavy oak table and driving into her from behind. She was warm, wet, and very willing.

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

Esmeralda lay on her messy bed, panting hard. Her black tank top was shoved up over her big, soft breasts, her nipples wet and stiff from Lucien’s mouth. The incubus loomed over her, his huge, hard cock resting heavy and burning hot against her soaked pussy. His glowing red eyes locked onto hers, full of raw demonic hunger. He slowly rubbed the thick head up and down her slippery folds, getting himself slick with her juices. “Make up your mind, beautiful,” Lucien growled, his deep voice vibrating through her body. “Tell me to leave right now…

Powerful jets of hot girl-cum sprayed across the terrace tiles with wet, audible splashes as she shook violently. Alexei didn’t stop. He drove them higher, alternating deep, grinding strokes. Mira’s second climax was deep and prolonged. “It’s so fucking deep inside my pussy… I feel everything… your cock stretching my cervix, the balls pressing so hard,” she whimpered, voice breaking into a long, continuous moan. “Don’t pull out… I’m cumming again… it won’t stop… oh my god, I’m flooding your cock!” Her walls rippled endlessly around him in heavy, soul-shaking throbs, milking his cock as a thick, continuous gush of cream poured out of her, her moans turning into a broken, drawn-out whimper tha

Lang curled them, found that spot, and pumped steadily while her thumb circled Jada’s clit. “Look at me,” Ms. Lang commanded. Jada’s eyes fluttered open, dark, glassy. “Good girl.” She finger-fucked her harder, wet sounds echoing in the quiet room, until Jada was trembling, thighs shaking, biting her own lip to stay quiet. Ms. Lang pulled her fingers free. Brought them to Jada’s mouth. “Taste yourself.” Jada did, tongue swirling, eyes locked on Ms. Lang’s. Ms. Lang stepped back. Opened the bottom drawer of her desk. Pulled out the black harness and the thick, ridged silicone cock she kept wrapped in a silk scarf for moments exactly like this. Jada’s eyes widened.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

Sienna’s POV We were halfway through the game and I was already half naked. Adrian kept winning each round and not once did he lose. I thought I had it all under control but he was the one in control. “No way,” I muttered with a frown. “This isn’t possible.” His lips curved into a smirk, his eyes glued on my exposed chest. “ It is possible.” His gaze lingered on my boobs for too long, it made heat crawl up my neck and in between my legs. My nipples were already hard just by him looking at me, maybe I could use it to distract him. I arched my back, straightening my posture making them appear more sexy.