Ebony Lust Novels & Stories

She had almost been caught when she tried to sneak into his room. She had come with a camera hoping to gain access into his room and make out with him, she had made a backup plan if he refused her. She was going to rip off her own b cloth and accuse him of rape. Either way, she was going to have him to herself,she couldn’t care less if she had to blackmail him. Bringing her notepad full of crazy ideas she began to write out ideas of what she could do to make Anita go out of Rio’s life permanently.

Beads of sweat adorned their bodies, and her thighs quivered with anticipation. "Oh fuck! You are so tight, Leigh," Wayne moaned, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and awe. "Ugh! Ahhh. Ohhh. That's so good," Leigh moaned, her breath hitching as she felt Wayne's length gradually fill her. Each inch sent shockwaves of pleasure and discomfort coursing through her body. It had been years since she had experienced the sensation of a man entering her. "Agh! Fuck! That's huge!" Her legs and thighs trembled, a testament to the intensity of their connection.

The reason for that is because of Lydia, the persona that resides within Rina’s body. Rina couldn’t control Lydia’s influence, thus resulting in Eka’s lack of trust in letting Rina roam freely. Eka thought of her as an important person, which never changes, but his possessiveness shows when Eka affirmed that Lydia was outside Rina and his control. Lydia is a persona that personifies Lust, the woman freely flirted with anyone she meets.

She flipped her blonde hair stylishly over her shoulders. "I'd be shopping for Gary's girl and you sure know what that means." I blush at Eva calling me Gary's girl. The girl eyed me. "Sure Eva.... there are a lot of stuffs that will suit Gary's girl." Her voice tinged with jealousy. Eva nods and I follow her to the section full of classy looking clothes. A female attendant was busy giving quick info on any dress Eva picks. She picks a black dress with stones made of diamond designing it. it was strapless and the length?, nothing to write home about.

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.

Her eyes were filled with that familiar lust, that tension I have grown to crave. “You always become annoying when you are curious,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “And you always become distracting.” I let my eyes drag down her body, the way her nipples pressed hardened against the thin fabric and her thick fresh thighs now exposed, “…with that body.” I continued, licking my lips in anticipation of tasting her. She swallowed in return. My cock was already rock-hard in my jeans, pressing against her thigh. I looked at her mouth, “Can I kiss you?”

Ryan's fixation on Arina grew with each passing moment, her image etched into his mind like a vivid painting. Her fiery red hair, contrasting with her snow-white skin, held a mesmerizing allure that captivated him. The green depths of her forest eyes seemed to hold secrets untold, drawing him in with their enigmatic charm. Her petite button nose and luscious lips only added to her allure, painting a picture of beauty that left him spellbound.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

Something that made my chest tighten with both lust and dangerous affection. “This is our last night,” she whispered, climbing onto the bed and straddling me. “I want you to ruin me, Ethan. I want you to fuck me so hard I feel you for weeks after you leave.” I grabbed her hips and pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance. She moaned into my mouth as she ground her bare pussy against my rapidly hardening cock. “You are such a filthy little slut,” I growled against her lips. “Sneaking into your stepson’s room every night to get fucked while your husband sleeps downstairs.”

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want