Dirty Talk Erotica Novels & Stories

The move pulled her nightgown up, baring her completely from the waist down. His sweatpants did nothing to hide the thick ridge of his cock pressing against her. The bulge settled right against her entrance; hot, heavy, separated only by thin cotton. She rocked her hips instinctively, grinding her slick folds along the length of him. The friction made her moan louder, open-mouthed, needy. Her clit throbbed with every drag and she could feel how wet she was making his pants, how the fabric darkened where she rubbed against him. Damien growled against her mouth. He broke the kiss just long enough to bite her lower lip, hard enough to sting then he dove back in, tongue fucking her mouth in the

"Shit, Erik, you need to talk like that more often. That was such a massive turn-on." "Oh? Are you saying that my sister likes hearing her brother talk about how he wants to thrust his cock into her? How he wants to hear the sound of her wet pussy slapping against his thighs as he drills her into her bed and makes her scream his name?" Elayne's body shook against me, stiffening almost imperceptibly--her pussy somehow getting even tighter, if only for a moment. She sighed contentedly, and my eyes widened as I realized what had just happened. "Wait. Did you actually orgasm just from me talking dirty to you?"

"Cum on your uncle's cock. Show me what a little slut you are." The dirty talk destroyed me. I arched my back, my entire body bowing off the mattress. I screamed into my pillow as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. It started in my toes and ripped through my core, a blinding white light of pure ecstasy. My inner muscles clamped down on his shaft, spasming violently, squeezing him, drowning him in my release. "That's it," he praised, groaning as he felt my climax gripping him. "So wet. So good."

“Yes… oh, God yes…” I love this! He fucked up into me harder, chair creaking under us. Wet sounds filled the room… my slick, his balls slapping against me, our desperate breathing. I clenched around him on every downstroke, milking him. He cursed under his breath, hips snapping. “You’re gonna make me come too fast,” he panted. “You feel too fucking good.” “Then come,” I begged, feeling like a dirty little slut, nails raking down his chest through his shirt. “Come inside me, Trev.. I want to feel it. I want all of you.”

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

"I see. If you let me, I'd rail that pussy raw and knot deep inside you. My clit throbbed. Soon the bar emptied out. We both stepped outside in the parking lot, his beat-up truck waited. He helped me get in and then, he drove deep into the woods, parking where no one could see. He got out fast, pulling me with him. He slammed my back against the truck door. Placing his lips on mine in a hungry kiss, his tongue invaded deep. His big hands grabbed my ass hard as he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Fuck, Erica," he growled against my lips. "You taste so damn good. Been hard for you since I walked in." I ripped his shirt open, buttons pooping off. His chest rock hard with scars

The sensation was overwhelming; Marcus thick cock and Sarah’s tongue teasing my clit. I came again, harder this time. Marcus switched again, pulling out and positioning Sarah on all fours on the desk beside me. He fucked her roughly while I watched. Sarah’s breasts bounced with every thrust and her moans were loud and needy. “Elena,” he commanded. “Come and lick her clit while I fuck her.” I obeyed, sliding underneath Sarah in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy hovered over my face, glistening and dripping from Marcus's cock. I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, she moaned and lowered her mouth back in my pussy, licking me in return while Marcus kept slamming into her.

The burn was intense, but the pain melted into filthy pleasure as he buried every inch. “Take it, whore. Take that dick in your shithole.” They started pounding her….. Ethan wrecking her ass, Jax skull-fucking her. Then they switched. Jax took her asshole while Ethan made her clean his cock straight from her ass, making her taste her own filth. She came hard, squirting messily onto the mat while both holes were used. But they weren’t satisfied yet. They flipped her onto her back and double-penetrated her properly. Jax lay down and yanked her on top, slamming into her cunt. Ethan mounted her from behind and forced his cock back into her already-stuffed asshole.

“You like being my secret fucktoy, don’t you? Getting railed in the courthouse basement while your boss thinks you’re reviewing notes. This tight cunt is mine now. I’m going to fill it again and again until you’re leaking my cum through your closing arguments.” “Yes—fuck, yes!” I gasped, my walls clenching around his thick shaft. The dirty talk pushed me higher, the danger of discovery making everything messier. “Use me and ruin me. I’m your dirty little slut. Come on, stretch me wider. I want to feel you tomorrow when I stand up in court.”

A woman at the next counter tested a lipstick, utterly unaware that three feet away, a woman was being slowly, thoroughly fucked on a salesman’s stool. “Four,” Marcus whispered into her hair as he spilled inside her once more. Clara lost count. The floors blurred together. A stockroom on the Children’s floor, surrounded by boxes of stuffed animals, where he made her suck him off until he came in her mouth. A deserted photo booth near the customer service desk, where he fingered her to a quick, silent climax as families had their portraits taken nearby. Each was a quick, dirty transaction, a claim staked in another part of his… their, domain.