Dark Erotic Stories Novels & Stories

“Now come for me. Come with my cock buried in your ass. Come for me, my dirty little slut.” That was all it took. The coil snapped, and her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. It was a dark, depraved, soul-shattering climax that tore a scream from her throat. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around his cock, her inner walls spasming with the force of her release. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried himself deep inside her, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

He hovered above me, his eyes glowing gold with lust. Thunder erupted outside, clashing with the storm of lust brewing in those eyes. I tried to sit up, to slide back, but it made me rub my legs instead as he was so close. Rubbing my legs made my cum drip out of my cunt. I took my head backwards, moaning softly as I bit my lips shamelessly.

Steam rose around them as he lifted one of her legs and slid into her from behind again. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Ara whimpered, her cheek pressed against the cool glass. “You’re getting addicted, aren’t you?” Damon taunted as he thrust deep and slowly, teasing her. “Every time you sit at that desk trying to write, you’re thinking about my cock stretching this tight cunt.” “Yes…” she admitted breathlessly. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I crave you even when I’m writing.” He started fucking her harder, pressing her breasts against the glass. His hand reached around to rub her clit in fast circles while he edged her cruelly, bringing her right to the brink, then slowing down.

When his eyes opened again they were so dark they'd swallowed the light entirely. The hunger in that gaze was unmistakable, a predator's focus that made me think he might devour me right then and there. I swallowed hard, my throat dry despite the moisture pooling between my legs. Aaron's gaze dropped deliberately to the desk, tracking the evidence of my arousal. A wicked smirk curled his lips, making him look like some sort of villain straight out of a psychological thriller who held all the cards and enjoyed watching the heroine squirm before he crushed her. "Look at your pussy getting my desk all wet and dirty," he murmured, his voice a dark rumble that seemed to vibrate through my chest a

The way he used me, the way he controlled every movement… It made me drip. When he pulled out, strings of saliva connected my lips to his cock. He lifted me onto the desk again, this time pushing my skirt up and spreading my legs wide. “Look at this messy pussy,” he growled, running two fingers through my soaked folds. “Already dripping for your boss.” He pushed three fingers inside me without warning, stretching me roughly. “Ahh… Daddy!” I cried out, arching my back. He pumped them fast and hard, curving them against that spot that made me roll my eyes backwards

I reached back and grabbed his thick, muscular arms, trying to pull him even deeper. "Are you ready to leave it all behind?" he growled, his sweat dripping onto my back. "Yes! Just fuck me! Make me yours!" I shrieked. I was losing my mind. The erotica of the moment was too much. I felt my body tightening, my pussy clenching around him like a vice. I was sobbing and shaking as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Dax let out a loud, raw roar and came deep inside me, his whole body shaking as he filled me up.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

“You like the pain. You like knowing I’m ruining this hole because you deceived me. Your ass is mine, Cynthia.” She did. The pain was a bright, sharp wire, but beneath it, a deep, perverse pleasure was building. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. Each thrust rocked her entire body, sending shockwaves through her core. Her neglected pussy was clenching empty, aching, but the attention to her ass was a different, darker thrill. “Yes,” she moaned, the word breaking on a sob. “It’s yours. It’s all yours.” “Tell me,” he demanded, his pace increasing, becoming rougher. “Tell me what a lying slut you are.”