Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

Asher’s hands found her waist and he gripped her tightly, the feeling of her warm pussy stretching around his dick sending pleasurable waves to his brain. Trisha reached up and grabbed her breasts, moaning shamelesly as she squeezed them while Asher lifted her waist and fucked her from beneath. The sex was mind blowing, and Trisha felt her mind scrambling to hold on for sanity. The world faded away and nothing mattered to Trisha in that moment. Nothing except for the thick, sweet drive of Asher’s dick as he pounded into her. He flipped her onto her back and fucked her into the bed, her legs raised on his shoulders. The relentless, grinding thrust scrambled her brain, stretching her open with

“Magister, why do we let garbage through the gates? Let me throw her to the stone giant and save us the paperwork.” I ignored him, but my left hand squeezed into a tight fist. My nails pressed hard into an old, ugly scar that hid my forbidden blood seal. It kept my real, dangerous ash-magic buried deep inside me. In this empire, that kind of magic meant death. It was the same power the lost Ash King used when he nearly burned the whole world a hundred years ago. “Put your hand on the stone,” Vane ordered. I stepped forward. My boots hit the hard ground, and I felt cold eyes burning into the back of my neck.

“I’m good, chill.” “You can’t just be good,” she slurred, leaning in to drag her tongue along the shell of his ear. “You’re so fucking handsome. Am I not hot enough? My pussy is so tight, you’ll love it, I swear.” At six-three with jet-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and the kind of face that turned heads, Asher was used to this kind of attention. That didn't mean he wanted it tonight. He hissed in irritation and pushed her back, finally freeing himself enough to look across the room.

After all, what was left to play for? Then Ashley started pacing back and forth across the room. Her springy hair bounced in time with her incredible boobs. "I'm so fucking horny. I don't fucking care what anyone calls. I'm fucking doing it." Very well then. I understood what Ashley was asking for. After all the hand jobs and the booby feels and the dry hump and the tongue bath, Ashley had to be pretty damn worked up. Also, if Emma and I had earned a round of applause for our little performance, then Ashley deserved a fucking standing ovation. So she had that going for her.

Asher sarcastically said before his lips form a sneer. "Why are you irritated so early in the morning? Here. Wipe your sweat with it." Seraphine said before giving him a pack of tissue. Asher accepts it without a word and starts wiping his sweat. He also uses this chance to steal a few glances at Sera. She is wearing a black fitted tank top and a pair of skinny jeans that emphasize not only the sexy curve of her body but also her pinkish-white skin. Her long hair is tied in a high ponytail which makes it easier for Asher to see her evenly shaped neck.

"Enjoy your day, signore. I've arranged a discreet car and driver. Call if you need anything at all." The drive into town wound along the water, hills rolling green on the other side, Lila chatting easily about boutiques and cafés she used to frequent. "I came here often, before the fire. Feels good to do it again. With you, this time." They spent hours wandering upscale shops full of Italian leather and quiet, expensive elegance. Eve tried on dress after dress, laughing when Lila insisted on a bold red one that made her feel, briefly, like someone with nothing to hide. They picked up matching scarves and small gifts for the household staff, and at one counter Eve paused over a sleek black w

I sat on the large throne-like armchair in the center of the room like a king, a glass of red wine in my hand, legs spread casually. I was on my third glass, feeling relaxed and untouchable, watching the chaos unfold around me. Then the front doors opened. Seraphima Ashford walked in. And every head in the room turned. She looked fucking sinful. She wore a tight, blood red dress that clung to every curve like liquid silk. The neckline plunged dangerously low, showing off the perfect swell of her full breasts and a generous amount of cleavage. The dress was so short it barely covered the top of her thighs, and a high slit on one side revealed a smooth, toned leg with every step.

"Look at the way our new pet takes a real cock! She’s a natural, Asher! Look at her pussy gripping you!" "She's a whore!" Ashton grunted, his face dripping with sweat as he continued to hammer the girl on the table. "Look at that ass! See how it's shaking! She loves it! She wants it faster!" Asher didn't say anything else. He just hammered into me. He was relentless, hitting my G-spot with every single thrust. I felt like a wire was being tightened inside me. My knuckles were white as I gripped the edge of the table. "Ah-ah-ah-ah-ahhh! Asher! Yess! Ohh yes. Ohhh! Fuck! Ahhh!" My moans were becoming long and high-pitched.

“So don’t you dare give up an opportunity of a lifetime for someone who can’t even be bothered to keep in touch.” Wear something sexy. Ashley couldn’t believe she was dressing up in a sexy outfit to go see the man who was once her best friend’s stepfather. She gulped as she stared at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe Dare—the sexy, enigmatic man who had haunted her teenage fantasies—was now playing the role of Dom to her sub.

⊱♥⊱╮ღ ASHRON CONFESSION ღ╭⊱♥≺ ★✎✎★~KOFI'S POV~★✐✐★ I obeyed Ashron and did everything he requested. I had fun making love with him because he is really gentle, and he is pretty aggressively - an exhibitionist. Right now, we are resting as I hug him on his chest while sitting in between his legs, feeling his soft rod in my bottom.