Ebony Lust Novels & Stories

"Your daughter likes to beg too," Essence purred, as she reached her hand under the skirt of the hot MILF. "No panties and freely accessible, interesting. Wet, too." "Robert, I have to admit this Ebony beauty is really hot," Carol said, her body giving in to the gorgeous black's bold advances... recalling the massive lesbian interracial orgy where she, two other white women, an Asian woman, and a Latina were all getting fucked from behind by five black studs.

~Clarissa’s POV~ I stared at the ad on my screen like it had personally called out to the mess I had become. “Need to feel again? Escape heartbreak. Find your pleasure. Join ECSTASY.” The name practically pulsed on the screen. Seductive and Dangerous, like the kind of nightclub your mother warned you about. Ecstasy. Even the name tasted like sin.

"I'm accepting you, Ebony. You're my one and only mate. There's nothing to be afraid of, so... please stop crying." As Ebony stares at me in disbelief, I can see the gears turning in her head in real time. It makes me crack a smile, funny enough. Ebony finally speaks. "W-why are you doing this?" Her voice is like the sweetest song to my ears. "I-I'm not good enough to be your mate... l-let alone the Luna. S-so why... why are you accepting me? I-I don't understand..." I take her hands carefully and look into her eyes, which shimmer like violet gemstones in the moonlight.

I informed her as I took a magazine on the table and shuffled through the pages. “Okay, okay. We’re chill.” Ebony said as her brow twitched while she breathed softly to control her temper. It was amusing, a feature that sparked the sadist in me to step on her nerves because something told me it would be… cute. “The color suits you but it makes you look like a one night affair. My mother knows my taste too well.” I complained as she groaned. “You know what? Fuck you and your perfectionist addiction.” “I wasn’t looking for perfection Ebony; I was looking for something that defines you but in this color or red.” I confessed as massaged my head.

You didn’t think I’d leave you without a little reward for giving Forbidden Lust a chance, did you? That would be cruel of me. Now be a good girl… and keep reading. A little piece of heaven after Chapter 160. Because in a perfect world, the morning always comes. 165 Emilia By the third orgasm, I stopped pretending I still had dignity left. "Fuck, Raf," I moaned when he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted my hips, shoving a pillow underneath me. His other hand was already between my legs, ruthlessly spreading my own wetness over my clit until I was shaking.

She’d be accused of flapping if they’re playing in a professional basketball game. Nothing in the feeling of having his lips and tongue inside Rachel’s womanhood entry point was fake. It was real, or better off said, surreal. Hugh was tasting heaven in his mouth. When love and lust collide, the night sky opens wide and the stars appear twinkling in pretty choreography, like they were singing in a childishly angelic voice. First cut is the deepest and Rachel’s left eye emitted a droplet of tear as Hugh pumped himself in, sweating with eyes closed. He would have wanted Rachel to enjoy the moment. But what can a virgin do on the very second her virginity is torn away.

“Don’t embarrass yourself. You don’t fool me. Mother kept sending me her wedding pictures while I was inside. You think I didn’t see what she looks like? Hot body, angelic face… You think I would let you keep someone like that?” The words punched something inside me. Hard. I felt something ugly twist in my stomach because the way he talked about her wasn’t admiration. It was obsession. It wasn’t love. It was ownership. A sick kind of possession. Nathaniel stepped closer like he was testing how far he could push. “Her picture was the only thing I looked at every day. Every single day to survive that God damn hole in fucking cold chains.” His eyes dropped for a second like he was remembering s

she said, voice trembling despite her attempt at control. Lucian’s smirk softened into something more genuine, almost unreadable. “Space is a luxury in our world, Sienna,” he murmured. “And yet, you make it hard for me to enforce it.” Sienna exhaled sharply, the tension coiling in her chest making her feel simultaneously alive and terrified. She walked away, each step deliberate, her mind spinning with the reality of him—the danger, the allure, the undeniable attraction.

The box was carved with ancient writings, probably Greek or Latin. It was black and was not much bigger than a jewelry box. I opened it and found two pieces of jewelry. One was the sun ring I was looking for, and the other was a bracelet I had forgotten about. It was a silver chain decorated with ruby diamonds. Those diamonds were capable of resisting compulsion from any Genesis Vampire.

Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade. Lust became my chain, immortality my cage. I was left to walk through centuries alone, surrounded by obsession, without a pack, without protection, without anyone to stand between me and the hunger I inspired. They called it punishment. I called it survival. And what a body it was. Cursed or blessed, the distinction had long since blurred. I was not blind to it. The weight of my breasts, the curve of my waist, the shape of my arse—men stared, women stared. I knew precisely why. My mouth betrayed me most of all, lips too full, too soft, as though fashioned for begging or being bitten, claimed.