Daughter Erotica の小説・ストーリー

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

Checking her out was the last thing I ever thought I'd do but that ass looked immaculate in those shorts. Was she always this hot? “You're basically drooling Sir.” Aisha says as she approaches. The slight embarrassment from being caught checking out my prisoner got time a little, but I coughed it off. I could not even deny that allegation. “Can't blame you, she's super pretty and her body's perfect.” She says with an exaggerated expression is astonishmentm couples with a wink and passed by me, walking out the door, definitely to get the dress ready, and as predicted, Daniel follows.

I need to visit Armani's Harem to cool off my hot blood. **** Adele Deja Vu, that was what I felt. Like a spell was casted on me. Mr Kingsley Okorie Peterson saw me fully naked, not only that, he touched me. My employer touched me and I enjoyed it even though I didn't want to. My body betrayed me.

This wasn’t the time to become self-aware. “I’m joking,” August laughed. “But I don’t see the harm in seeing if there could be something between us.” Straight forward, I kinda liked that. A smirk of my own appeared. “We’ll see.” I wasn’t sure what I was really supposed to call August. All I knew was that my new… situationship I guess, was my daughter’s choice. Hopefully, Aaliyah chose right.

His voice gravelly and horse, his hot breath tickling the back of my thighs. I gasp. The room is dark. I am alone. “Really?” I groan. “Did he plant this dream too?” I wonder. I strike a match and light the candle on my bedside. I pull out the book I have carefully hidden among the folds of my bag. I carefully open the book, my mind still focused on the vision of his body pressed against mine. “We are loyal to our mate.” Theia growls, disappointment and shame clear in her voice. “Calm down, it’s only a dream.” Asteria assures.

It was a perfectly executed erotic romping…almost as if the two wolves were dancing the tango. The magnificent alpha and his beautiful mate rolled around with grace and sensuality, licking and lightly biting each other in a sexy hypnotic way that was intimate and absolutely seductive. The passion and intense desire that burned in their every move was just beautiful to watch. The alpha and his mate would briefly stop rolling around and just stare deeply into each other’s eyes with such blatant desire it felt as if they were having a steamy foreplay to crazy sex. Then they would get back to their romping.

coming," he growls in her ear. "Let me hear you." She moans until her voice is raw and she's mad with want. He places her on her bed and stands over her, his lustful eyes blazing. Shamelessly, she raises her skirt, exposing her core to him, her fingers toying with her clit. "Stay with me," she begs. "Stay with me in my Heat." There is a tiny voice inside of her that cries out run, but she silences that by trying to make him understand. She does not want to be alone anymore. Dean Wason. His twisted girl is more depraved than he thought. She’s fucking perfect for him. Her strength, her kindness, her vulnerability… It’s abhorrent that he ever thought he could kill her. “Of course I’ll stay,” h

she leaned forward towards him and tilt her head, her breath fanning his neck. "Hey...I'm selene....and I wanna make you cum''

But the master bedroom , Alora’s pristine, luxurious bed was where the real intensity hit. That night, Derick laid me down on her silk sheets and spent hours claiming me. He tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, fucked me slow and deep until I was begging, then harder, pounding me into the mattress with raw, possessive strokes. He marked my breasts and inner thighs with bruising sucks and bites. He made me say it out loud while I came: “I’m your whore, Derick… I belong to you, not her.” I came so many times I lost count, my voice hoarse, body trembling with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. Guilt still flickered somewhere deep inside me, but it was drowned out by raw, addictive

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight