Drunk Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Alexander's fingers spread her lips, his tongue delving into her core. Eve's back arched as he sucked on her clit, his fingers thrusting into her virginity, tearing through the barrier with a harsh, painful thrust. She screamed, her body convulsing as he drank her blood, his tongue lapping at her clit, demanding her pleasure. Caspian's cock thrusts into her ass, stretching her, filling her. She was double penetrated, their cocks pounding into her, their bodies slamming against hers. Eve's mind shut down; her body was the only one that felt.

The fluid was everywhere, mixing with the sweat and the cream that had already gathered between our joined bodies. He didn't let me stop. He stood up with me still impaled on him, his strength terrifying as he carried my twitching, over-sensitive body over to the bed. He didn't even break the connection, his cock staying buried deep inside my pussy as he walked across the rug, the wet friction of our movement making a squelching sound that filled the silence. He threw me back onto the mattress and hovered over me, his eyes dark with a finishing hunger. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head, and began to fuck me with a raw, relentless drive.

Days melted into nights filled with long conversations, heated arguments about the future, and sex that ranged from tender and healing to raw and punishing. Draven would wake her in the middle of the night with his mouth between her thighs, licking her slowly until she came awake moaning his name. He’d fuck her lazily from behind while they watched the sunrise over the city, his hand rubbing her clit in perfect rhythm with his deep thrusts. In the afternoons, Freya would drop to her knees while he was on conference calls, sucking him off under the desk just to feel powerful in the chaos. The sex was their escape, their language, their proof that what they had was worth the world burning arou

Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.

The doctor fucked him through it, his pace turning frantic. “Take it,” he snarled, his control shattering. “Take all of it. You wanted this. You wanted to be filled.” With a final, brutal drive, he buried himself to the root and went rigid. Richy felt the hot, pulsing rush deep inside him, a flood of wet heat that marked his violation as complete. Dr Stanley groaned, his body shuddering against Richy’s. He stayed there, panting, his cock still lodged inside, dripping into Richy. The silence that followed was broken only by their ragged breathing and the drip of fluids onto the floor.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

"You want every bit of me, don't you?" "Yes! Fuck, yes!" I shrieked. He stood up and grabbed his cock. It was massive and dark in the shadows, pulsing with a secret craving. He didn't use a condom. He wanted to be as close to me as possible. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the very edge of the counter, my legs wrapping tight around his back. He guided himself to my entrance and shoved in with one hard, violent thrust that made my whole body go stiff. The raw sex on the counter was relentless. He started a fast, heavy pace. Thud. Thud. Thud. Every time he slammed into me, the jars in the pantry rattled.

The orgy spread like wildfire. A tall, muscular male grabbed one of the younger females and bent her over a fallen log. He drove into her pussy in one savage thrust, knot swelling almost immediately. She screamed in pleasure, pushing back onto him, begging for more. Another male stepped up behind the first , sliding his cock into the first male’s ass while he continued rutting the female. Triple knotting. The sounds were obscene , wet slapping, growls, desperate howls. Selene finally lifted herself off Lucien’s knot with a wet pop. A thick river of his cum poured out of her, dripping down her thighs and onto his stomach. She stood, legs steady, and looked down at him.

Chapter 4 Alecia's pov I felt his grip tighten, and my body responded, nipples hardening, pussy getting wet. "Let go," I said, but I didn't pull away, pressing closer instead. "Why? So you can run off and find some other dick to piss off?" he said, already drunk, his other hand sliding to my lower back, pulling me against him, and I felt how hard he was. "You're the dick here," I whispered, my voice breathy, my mind racing with thoughts of him fucking me right there in the club, hard and angry.

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex