Elenas Caprice Porn Novels & Stories

His mouth latched onto her breast, tongue flicking her nipple while she bounced on him harder. Elena lost herself in the rhythm. She rode him with abandon—rolling her hips, grinding her clit against his pelvis, then lifting almost all the way off before slamming back down. The elevator filled with the wet slap of skin and her breathless moans. Marcus’s groans grew deeper, his fingers digging into her ass hard enough to leave marks. “Look at you,” he growled, watching her breasts bounce. “Corporate princess turned my personal fucktoy. This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

Lila’s thighs clenched so tight she could feel her soaked panties sticking obscenely to her swollen pussy lips as she stared through the glass door of Rhys Caldwell’s office. Her sister’s husband. The man who fucked Elena every night in their luxurious penthouse while Lila lay in her tiny apartment, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in her dripping cunt, moaning his name like a desperate whore in heat. God, I’m so fucking disgusting, she thought, biting her lip until it hurt. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop.

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

Marisol bucked beneath her, panting, pleading. “Yes, please… God—yes—” Elena slipped a finger inside her while her tongue continued its rhythm. Marisol clenched tightly, hips moving to match each thrust. Another finger. Deeper. Wet heat. The air filled with gasps and moans and the slap of water against porcelain. Elena was insatiable, mouth locked on her like a secret she never wanted to give back. Marisol came hard, crying out Elena’s name, legs trembling, chest rising and falling like a wave crashing over and over. Elena didn’t stop. She pulled another orgasm from her, then another, until Marisol was twitching, her voice hoarse from crying out.

Elena walked over to the door, swaying her hips seductively while her boobs bounced against her chest. The crew members who were working right outside the door gawked, pushing at each other to get a better view of their naked captain. Before she turned, Kai had marched forward and sunk his fingers into her pussy. "We were passing by when I saw your ship. Imagine my luck, I've been dreaming about your pussy nonstop." "And what do I get in return? If you say gold I'll have you beheaded for trying to make me into a whore." Elena bounced back against his fingers, winking at Clara when their gazes locked.

Two fucking years she’s been with that man, and he’s never made her come. Marcus Vance is a wimp. He’s a weak, fragile excuse for a man who heard the word choke and ran for cover. To freak out over something as basic as vanilla kinks. And to shame a woman like Elena for wanting to feel a hand on her throat or a sting on her skin, it makes my fucking blood boil. He’s a sexual narcissist, too preoccupied with his own curated image to realize he has a goddess in his bed.

“Honey you and I know you’ve had it bad for the past year. And trust me, your emotions flying around is pent up frustration due to lack of sex! You really need to get your back blown out like he said.” “God.. Lisa!” “And dear Nathan! Bless him. He is such an understanding and good man. He loves you and cares about your well-being. I have never seen any man that considerate. He wants you to do it Rene.. He wants you to get over this” “Lisa…” “And please Rene don’t pretend you weren't just fingering yourself last night with p**n sounds all over your room” My eyes widened. “Lisa!” I almost screamed, embarrassed. “You.. You heard?”

Rafael had always asked himself what it would be like to fuck a man. And he saw his chance. The orgy had spiraled far past sanity. Serena, still glowing from her recent delivery, sat on Marcus’s face, grinding her soaked pregnant pussy against his tongue with slow, deliberate rolls. Her heavy breasts swayed as she moaned, milk leaking from her sensitive nipples. Elena rode Marcus in reverse cowgirl, her ass bouncing as she took his thick cock deep into her cunt, the wet slapping sounds echoing across the terrace.

A deep, guttural grunt escaped my chest. Elena let out a long, shaky moan, her head arching back as she began to bounce on me. She set a brutal, fast pace, riding my dick like her life depended on it. With every downward drop, her full, heavy breasts bounced in a perfect, intoxicating rhythm right in front of my face. The scent of her vanilla perfume and raw sex was suffocating.

She tilted her head as a gesture to get reply from Mr. Faven, her father. But he was, too, shocked to say anything, his eyes slowly turned toward Cory, whose jaws were dropped in shock. “How can you do that, Elin?” she questioned her ignoring Mr. Faven questionable stare toward her. “Why? What’s wrong with this?” Elin shrugged her shoulder and raised her eyebrows. Impersonator? For a second Cory wondered whether someone else was in front if her and not Elin. The mean Elin, who only cared about getting what she wants was thinking about orphanage children, what was she up, too?