Desires Series Novels & Stories

Lini leans back thrusting her chest out allowing him maximum access as a new yearning desire is beginning to take shape in her wicked heart. Finally, the desire becomes too much and it's time to lead him to where she knows he so desperately wants to go. She turns around and brings her lips to his. They began a long slow series of desperate kisses, tongues wickedly pushing against each other, that only ends when she once again guides his face down into the deep valley between her gloriously large tits.

I would not want to be the reason why there would be a problem between James and Caspian, so I held off. "I would like to get to know you, Olivia," The guy said, and I cringed. "I am seeing someone," I said quickly, and he smiled. "Well, if he isn't the Alpha, Beta, Gamma or Delta of Woodclaw, then I don't care. I like what I see, and I am in search of someone that would be my luna. Since you walked in here, all eyes have been on you. You have captivated everyone effortlessly. The women envy you, and you are oblivious to your effect. You seem well-cultured. I want to get to know you and settle down with you eventually. Just think of it. You are perfect for Luna, my luna," He said, sounding t

“The way my clit gets hard and throbs. The way my pussy lips swell up and get all puffy, just begging to be touched. I get so drenched. I can smell myself, Father. That sweet, musky smell. It drives me crazy.” “That is enough,” he said, but his voice was strained, a tightrope of tension. “Is it?” I muttered, trembling. “Do you ever feel it, Father Roman? That heat? That ache right here," I pressed a hand low on my belly, "that only gets worse the more you try to ignore it?" Silence. Then, a rustle of fabric. A low, almost inaudible sound. “Christ.” “Do you want to see?” The question was out before I could think, a product of weeks of pent-up fantasy .

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

When I thought self-denial was maturity, when I believed love meant never asking for more. Daniel never yelled. He didn’t slam doors. He didn’t cheat in the traditional sense, but he did something worse. He made me feel small without raising his voice. Invisible without walking away. Tame without ever touching me. I remember once — maybe a year before things cracked — I asked him if he still desired me. He looked up from his emails and said, “Of course. You’re beautiful.” “That’s not what I asked.” He sighed. “Ariana, desire changes. It evolves. It’s not about fire. It’s about foundation.”

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

Trying to adjust to what was going on, I felt myself being turned and pushed against the wall. "Hey there Desi." I heard the voice of that guy from the club. Looking up, I was shocked to see that it was James, my ex from after Ted and I broke things off. He was the only one who called me Desi and I hated that. He was not the best and always made me do things I did not want to, since I would not sleep with him. "Get away from me!" I pushed him back. "There's my feisty girl I missed so much." He smirked as he moved back close to me, putting his hands on the wall, trapping me there.

The whole day after Mom announced her trip, I was a mess. Every time I looked at Alexander, my body reacted against my will. My pussy would throb, remembering how his fingers felt inside me the night before. I kept scolding myself in my head. *This is so wrong. He’s married to your mother. He’s your stepfather. What kind of daughter are you becoming?* But no matter how much I tried to fight it, the ache between my legs only got worse. I still really wanted to see him but I couldn't as Mom stayed over. I'm starting to crave him and he hasn't even fucked me yet. I shouldn't even be thinking about this. He's twice my age and married to my mother.... But it sure feels so fucking good. I want mor

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.”

I reached up pressing my fingers against his lips hushing him as I could feel him shiver under my touch while I leaned forward brushing my breasts against his chest. “Jim isn't here,” I murmured. “And Jim doesn't deserve you. He doesn't deserve me. I'm so tired of playing the ‘perfect wife,’ Blake. I want to be something else. I want to be ruined.” Blake looked at me in shock which I could seen him fighting between his loyalty for Jim and his hunger for me for so many years as I could feel him breaking at my hard nipples and the way my hips curved. Suddenly the power flipped as Blake gripped my throat— not enough to choke me but to pin me firmly against the wall.