Cyberpunk Romances Novels & Stories

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

A roar of a dragon echoed, and then they were gone. Rift 2: The Roaring 20s. Mafia Vespera tipped her hat. The Enforcer holstered his guns. "Keep it real, toots," Mafia Vespera grinned. "And if anyone gives you trouble... send 'em swimming." They vanished into a cloud of sepia smoke. Rift 3: The Cyber Future. Cyberpunk Vespera saluted. The Titan nodded. "End of line," the Cyborg said. "Glory to the machine."

"Even if I hate it. You're fucking mine." The dark, possessive words pushed me over the edge. With a loud, broken cry, my body shattered into a million pieces, climaxing violently around his length as the mate bond flooded my brain with paralyzing pleasure. A second later, Kael let out a deafening roar. He drove his hips forward one last, brutal time, burying himself to the hilt. His Lycan knot swelled instantly at the base, locking our bodies together as he released his hot, thick seed deep inside my womb, claiming my biology in the most primal way possible.

She nodded, wide-eyed but still aroused, her walls fluttering around me. “Yeah, I’m awake,” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just… watching something on my phone. Bad dream or something. Go back to sleep, bro.” Brady paused. “Alright. Sorry. Night.” His footsteps faded back toward the living room. The second they disappeared, I uncovered Cassandra’s mouth and kissed her hard, tongue sliding deep as I started moving inside her again, slow, deep thrusts that made the bed creak softly. “You’re so fucking risky,” I whispered against her lips, grinding my cock deep into her cum-filled pussy. “Brady’s right outside and you’re still dripping on my dick.”

They made love again—slow, tender, faces close, whispering words that felt dangerously close to love. His thrusts were deep and unhurried, hands everywhere, mouths fused. When they came together, it felt like a promise. Yet the risks mounted. During a department reception, a nosy adjunct noticed how often Julian’s eyes drifted to Maya across the room. Later that night at his apartment, the sex carried an edge of desperation. He took her against the kitchen counter the moment she arrived, lifting her onto the surface and burying his face between her thighs until she screamed his name.

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

"You are so wet, Cami. Ohhhh. I love making you feel good after all the quiet moments we shared." They overwhelmed me gradually. Pairs became trios. All three focused on me at once. Marie rode my face. Amme fingered me deeply. Cami sucked on my breasts. Their bodies pressed close. Athletic curves. Soft skin. The scent of our arousal mixed with the dusty air. Old wood and candle wax created an intimate atmosphere. “All three of you at once. Awwww, it's soo much. I feel so full. But please don't stop, I love it."

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"