Desire Books Novels & Stories

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

She was a mess of desire and desperation, her body reacting to him with a primal intensity that bypassed all her logic and pride. Julian stepped back just enough to strip out of his trousers, his cock springing free, thick and pulsing with a need that mirrored her own. He didn't waste a second on foreplay, grabbing her hips and guiding himself to her entrance. With one powerful, driving thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, hitting her cervix with a force that made her vision blur. Sloane screamed, the feeling of being filled so completely by him triggering a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shudder.

"No, why is it?" "Well, I read it in an ancient medical book that men want to spread their genes, that is why they want to get laid so badly." I did not understand all of that, but still got the basic idea. This trait was inbuilt in us. God wanted us to spread our genes, that is why he made us like this. So, what was wrong with getting laid with someone? I could see nothing wrong. We could get laid as much as we want, with whoever we want.

Without hesitation, Noah took him into his mouth, hot and wet, tongue pressing flat against the underside as he sucked. “Fuck— Noah—” Ethan’s hands flew to Noah’s hair, hips bucking involuntarily. The sight of Noah’s lips stretched around him, dark eyes locked on his, was almost too much. Noah hummed around him, taking him deeper until the head hit the back of his throat, then pulled off with a wet pop. “Not yet,” Noah rasped, voice wrecked. “I want to be inside you. Been dreaming about it.” Ethan nodded frantically, spreading his legs. “Yes. God, yes. I want that. Want you.”

SARAH Lust is a living breathing thing inside of me. My overnight bag slides to the ground with a thud as I free my hand, shoving it into her hair as I kiss her back. All the guilt I’ve been carrying around all day since we went dress shopping evaporates into thin air, leaving me with the desire. Raw, dirty desire. She lifts one of my legs and hooks it over hers, grinding her shaft into me through our clothes. Grunting, she picks me up and I waste no time wrapping my legs around her waist, still marveling at her strength.

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I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

She didn’t look at me with hesitation. She no longer held herself back. With me…she simply was. And somewhere between her laughter and the way she said my name, I realized something far more dangerous than desire had taken hold. I didn’t just want her. I was starting to need her.

The dots appearing and swimming in her vision began to dissipate slowly. Ryan's hands got to her inner thighs, touching her softly, almost like a caress and she jumped. “I want your body to remember. I want it to ache for me, to bend and break for me. I want to break and mould you into my personal play dough. I want your body to stand at attention at the very sight of me, and the mere hearing of my voice… I want all of your body to stand erect whenever I want. I want you to cum…” He softly run his hands upwards, and his thumb pushed into her still sore p***y.