Novelas y relatos de Crave An Erotic Story Collection Miranda Silver

“I just…” This time her glare alone forced you to stop mid-sentence. “I go to a lot of work to find these men. I bring them here and allow them to defile me in ways you can only dream of. I do this for you. So that you can see what it’s like to be a man. So that you can experience what it’s like to actually satisfy a woman. All I ask is that you do as you’re told, by me and by them.” Wandering over to the coffee table, she picked up a small pink bag, reached inside, and pulled out a small chrome cock cage. Your mind reeled, wondering how long it had been there, how long she had been planning this. How she could have known it would be needed.

His tongue bit the skin of my pussy softly, he then started moving his tongue up and down , in circular motions, in my pussy hole and started sucking and licking at the same time while using his thumb to rub on my clit, driving me to another type of cloud 9. He then pulled out abruptly. He flipped me over on the bed, making sure I was facing the mirror. I watched myself on the mirror, face flushed, thighs twitching. I was still trembling from the orgasm and hadn’t even fully recovered. My eyes locked to his dick as he slapped it on my ass. “Looo at the mirror”, his voice growled. “Dont take your eyes off it, if you do I’ll stop fucking you”. I nodded. “Now watch “, he said and slammed into m

"Take it all, baby." He stiffened, his back arching off the seat as he came. I didn't pull away. I took every hot, thick jet of his seed, swallowing it down like the finest champagne. When I finally pulled back, a thin string of silver connected us. He looked down at me with a look of pure, unadorned lust. I didn't give him time to breathe. I stood up, hiked up my sheer dress, and straddled him. I shifted the red mesh to the side, keeping the vibrator pinned against my clit while exposing my wet, aching hole.

God, I’m turning him on as well. Thirst Trap returns carrying a bunch of things that look like sticks, but I quickly recognize those as a special type of incense. I’ve seen those in the black market while I was on a mission. I don’t know the specifics, but I do know they’ve been used for centuries as mild aphrodisiacs. Why are they doing this, though? I’m already longing for them, and I’m doing fine without this type of assistance. Why would they need it? Something tells me this is not as simple as it seems.

*************** Jeremy wasn’t prepared for when the same stranger from last night walked into the chapel, all tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt at the top. Graphic images of their erotic night together flashing across his mind. The man had brought him to his release three times that night, and Jeremy had collapsed, satiated, wondering if he’d ever be able to move on from such an amount of pleasure. If anything, he’d wanted to experience more of that. But his sad reality awaited. Which was already playing out. He felt a tap on his hand that was curled lightly underneath her chin, sharp and stinging. “What are you doing?” Bridget demanded through gritted teeth, trying to communicate with her e

The altar beneath me, cold and unyielding, had been my place of power, where I'd whispered prayers to the moon; now it held me down like a traitor, vines biting into my wrists, the stone slick with oil and my own juices. 'More!' Mira's voice cracked through the chaos, her chants faltering as she paced the circle's edge, hands trembling. Suspense hung heavy, every grunt and slap of skin echoing like a countdown. I fought harder, bucking against the cocks filling me, not just to escape but to reclaim something—my fire, my will. The eclipse's last light filtered through the branches, a faint silver glow touching my skin, stirring the surge inside me. Fertility roared in my veins, not as a curse

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

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With one final thrust, she collapsed, her body convulsing as she released, her inner muscles tightening around him. The feel of her climaxing around him sent Lucas over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through . He pushed himself deeper into her, releasing his seed and filling her as he howled his release. They collapsed against each other, panting. They were now one ,not just Mikayla and Lucas but Alpha and Luna of the Silver Peak Pack.

The soft music floating into the room and the magnolia scent of the candles combined to float Miranda on a sea of erotic sensation. Through hooded eyes she saw Luc take his cock in his free hand and begin to stroke it slowly from tip to root, an unhurried motion, as if denying himself too much pleasure but wanting to participate in hers. A tiny pearlescent drop of precum bubbled through the dark slit and Miranda longed to lick it with her tongue, swallowing his essence. "Let me put my mouth on you," she begged, even as her body strained to take the feather deeper inside her.