Cuentos Para Dormir De Amor Novels & Stories

Richard vibrated too and began fucking faster and with a loud groan from him, she felt his hot cum flush into her. He crashed onto her not too hard, his dick still inserted in her hole. They lay there quietly and she rubbed his back gently. Slowly, they drifted to a brief sleep as it was already a few minutes past midnight. “A penny for your thoughts pretty?” Richard asked as he pulled Solene into his body. They had woken up a few hours later and now it was 3 a.m. “I don't know. I loved what we did. It was beautiful and I can't even deny having needed it real bad. But if I get pregnant—” she said and Richard interrupted her.

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

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As their breathing synchronized and their bodies melded together, they entered a realm beyond the physical—a realm where words were unnecessary, and their love spoke volumes in the silence. In that gentle symphony of breaths, they found solace, hope, and renewal. Their love, like an eternal flame, burned brightly, illuminating their path and promising a future where their dreams would continue to intertwine. Together, they slept, cocooned in the serenity of their shared love—a love that would carry them through the night and into the dawn of a brand new day.

I didn't get a full on view of his cock when he got in bed but I aim to find out what he's packing and give him a little thank you for the stress relief he provided me a few hours earlier. I carefully ease the blankets back with me as go, using my foot firmly planted between his legs as leverage. When I have enough space to clear his thigh, I ease myself over his hips. Straddling his waist, I peer down at the package, even flaccid, in his sleep, the man is fucking hung. I mean, like a goddamn horse kind of hung. The thought of him hardening at my touch, feeling him penetrate my tight pussy with his enormous cock drives me forward.

Ellen’s POV “Hmmm. Yes, Cane, yes! Fuck me harder!!” Those were the words mom spewed out almost every night since she took a week's leave from work. We were just three in the apartment — and I’m the only child. “Oh, Cane,” another moan slipped into my ear. I can’t even sleep properly because these two decide to have sex every night, it’s not even helping me because my hormones feel like I’m the one beneath Cane, or right above him, riding him like my life depends on it.

The brunette came on my tongue, the redhead on my fingers, their juices mixing as I trembled, the loft echoing with our cries. The night deepened, the loft a sanctuary of shadows and silk, my body a map of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum coating my skin—yet the hunger raged. The women loomed, their breaths heavy, pussies wet again, eyes locked on me with unrelenting lust, ready to seal the ritual.

Never to be replaced by anyone except death that separates them both. "If we keep flirting, how are we going to sleep? Enough, no more words. Let's sleep now until morning. If we keep having romantic debates like this, we won't sleep at all. One thing's for sure, I love you. You're the best in my life. I love you very much, Airina Septianti, really love you." Slowly, Fachri's voice weakened. The man was overpowered by sleepiness accompanied by fatigue enveloping his body; finally, he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. The man closed his eyes with rhythmic breaths. Airin took a moment to glance at her husband, seeing him already asleep.

He held her close, his heartbeat slowing against hers, the rhythm of their breathing syncing as the night deepened. The candles flickered low, casting dancing shadows on the walls, the scent of jasmine mingling with the musk of their lovemaking. In the quiet aftermath, they clung to each other, bodies still humming with the echoes of their passion, until sleep finally claimed them, their limbs entwined, their hearts beating as one.

"Promise, Daddy?" Back up in Cindy's room, the two girls were too excited to get to sleep. All they could do was talk about their budding relationships with their fathers and all the things they hoped would happen soon. But the scene that had just taken place right downstairs in Cindy's living room was the main topic of discussion. The blonde was on Cloud Nine, and Brook was excited for her, but also more eager than ever to feel her own father's loving cock in her mouth. Cindy's dad had looked like he was in a total trance of pleasure and love when she made him cum.