Delaney Short Sex Novels & Stories

Delaney stripped out of her wet panties and tossed them into the laundry bin by her door. She’d never felt so alive like she did with Patch. Was it crazy that she wanted to jump into bed with him this soon? She’d always prided herself on being someone that was rational when it came to giving away her nookie. But this was a completely different universe. It was Disney Channel hot verses Marvel Hot. Delaney walked over to her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She looked different, reddened cheeks with a rush of adrenaline in her that she’d never felt before.

Lila’s legs locked around me, pulling me deeper, begging without words for more, for harder, for everything. The fantasy made everything sharper. Hotter. I fucked harder, chasing that image, chasing the pleasure that felt stolen and wrong and impossibly right all at once. Each thrust pushed deeper, hips grinding against hers at the end of every stroke, drawing out low whimpers from her throat. My free hand slid down her side, gripping her hip firmly to angle her just right, so every slide hit that spot inside her that made her back bow and her breath hitch. Delaney cried out again, louder now, her inner walls fluttering around me as she climbed toward her own release. “Ryder… oh God…” Her vo

"Look, Dela. Let's not go into those ugly details. I'd try my best to adjust, I promise." "No, Adonis. I want to know. Tell me. There is just so much you've been bottling up inside you. Why do you lose yourself so much during sex? It's almost as if you get possessed by someone or something else." Delaney's voice bore concern and worry. She'd experienced it every single time. Right now, she gets scared of letting him near her whenever she senses his arousal.

She insists, "You had sex with me. The article said that you've only had sex with two people and I am one of them. It's so obvious that you're not over me. My name is Delaney, and Dels could be short for Delaney." "But it's not short for Delaney." I explain, grabbing Delilah by the waist and pulling her in front of me. I wrap my arms around her protectively, "Dels is short for Delilah, my wife, and the article is about her." I decide to be extra clear with my explanation.

I focussed on my reflection but the droning sound of the girls' voices simply could not be ignored. "Yeah, Delano is some guy, all right. Dripping cash...I mean, look at this house! The f*cker is LOADED!!!" And then with a giggle tinged with longing, she went on, He's so f*ckign hot, he makes me wet, just looking at him.' A pause and then,' Those broad shoulders, those abs.' The other girl tittered wildly, "I have heard that he can f*ck a stream of women in one night and still keep going...'

Destiny could feel him growing larger beneath her and she knew it wouldn't be long before he took her again. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than Tyler guided her off of him and stood up. It was then that Destiny noticed some condoms on the side of the tub. Tyler quickly put one on and sat back in the tub. He pulled Destiny back on top and swiftly entered her. Destiny sighed in satisfaction. The heat from the water made the closeness of their bodies even more passionate. Although Destiny hadn't been on top before she knew what to do. She slowly raised herself up and then down. Slowly at first because she wanted to draw it out and enjoy it. As she bounced up and down, she kissed hi

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

The short break ended too quickly. The air in the room felt thicker, heavier with the scent of arousal and the soft sounds of heavy breathing. The other participants had returned to their seats, faces flushed, bodies still visibly aroused. Lila remained in the center, her short skirt pushed up around her waist, thighs slick with her own juices from the powerful squirting orgasm Master Kane had forced from her. Master Kane stood beside a large floor-to-ceiling mirror that covered one entire wall. The red lighting reflected off the glass, making the space feel even more intimate and exposing.

Made all the more intense by the liquid seeping out onto her panties, still dripping with the thought of having her turn. “Well, hurry it up!” Sienna spat just as Paige had removed her shorts and bent over for the man. Her comely wrinkle impressed all who could see. Only inches away now... the eager lad extended his tongue, leaning forward, slowly, oh so slowly! Torturously slow! Sienna was dying to see that wet thing press into the taut skin. “C’mon, faster! Hurry and tongue that!” she shouted, giving the man a slap on the back of his head and a shove forward.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.