Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

Adom managed to choke out as he nudged his dick into Ash prostate. Ash sped up his movements, faster and faster and Adom just couldn't help himself, he had to roll his hips up to meet Ash. Suddenly, Ash swung himself around to have another perfect angle, so Adom was faced with the view of arch back. Adom was just admiring Ash delicate back, the sharp lines of his body, and the curve of his ass. Ash pulled himself up and dropping himself down, completely burying Adom's dick inside. Adom's eyes were entirely fixated on the spot where he could see his dick disappearing into Ash ass, could see it shiny, hard and red and stretching Ash wide open and he bit his bottom lip and moaned at how filthy

Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

He was in glee when he saw that and said, "I never knew you liked me so much, Ms. Victoria! Are you planning to hug my portraits to sleep? "If you marry me, all of mine would be yours, Ms. Victoria. You can … you can hug me to sleep!" Asher moved to stand in front of Victoria and opened up the portrait he just found. He exclaimed, "Look, I have eight-pack abs! Aren't I handsome and sexy? You'll have a sense of security around me, right?" Victoria's gaze fell onto the portrait as Asher walked past her. Asher was in his inner garment in front of a bright yellow door. The collar of his clothing was slightly opened and extended downward, revealing part of his muscles. They were well-defined abs.

The raw adoration shining in his golden eyes sent a delicious, liquid shiver racing straight down her spine. "And what am I to you now, Julian?" she teased softly, a faint, confident smile playing at the corners of her mouth as her fingers traced the solid curve of his collarbone. "Your prisoner? Your partner? Or just another complication in your pack politics?" Julian groaned softly, a dark, low sound of pure, helpless devotion, before his head dipped down. His lips brushed lightly against her temple, tracking down the sensitive curve of her jaw until his breath warmed her lips.

Rhys Carter did not sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, she was there. Elise Park in that thin white PE shirt, fabric stretched tight across heavy breasts, the clear outline of perky nipples pressed against the damp cotton. The way the dark shorts clung to the full, round curve of her ass when she walked. Strong thighs. Soft waist. Skin flushed from the sun and exercise. He had seen her for years and never once looked properly. Now he couldn’t stop seeing her.

All she could do was hold on anywhere she could grasp something, switching between his forearm and weakly pushing against his thighs. It didn’t matter to him, he barely felt the sting of her nails digging in, the pain computing as a boost to his pleasure. He punctuated each thrust with his words, “such a good little one, so perfect, perfect pussy, perfect fucking body, the sweetest taste, the most devine smell, the most delectable noises.” Asha let out a half scream at the last thrust that he seemed to put some of his supernatural strength into. “That’s it mama, scream for me.” And with those words, Asha came hard, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and she slumped, suddenly passed out

My footsteps halted as I looked at Teddy in disbelief. Teddy gripped Elise’s hand, his face full of defiance. Catching my silhouette, Elise got down to Teddy’s eye level and murmured, “Sweetheart, I only work for Mr. Reed. She’s your mother.” “She’s not!” Teddy yelled, “My teacher told me that a mommy is someone who loves Daddy and makes him happy. Elise, Daddy smiles more when he’s with you. I want you to become my mommy!”

I found him in the dimly lit living room, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his broad frame relaxed on the leather sofa. He looked up as I entered wearing only a sheer white robe that barely reached mid-thigh, the fabric translucent enough to reveal the hardened peaks of my breasts and the shadow between my legs. I was wearing no underwear, I was done pretending. His eyes darkened instantly, the glass set aside with deliberate calm. “Ashley,” he said, his voice low and measured, though I caught the strain beneath it. “You came back.” “I couldn’t stay away.” My admission hung heavy between us as I crossed the room slowly, stopping just out of reach. “Show me what you promised. Teach me what bo

Riven moved like a shadow, brutal and precise, covering my back with feral intensity. The chain between us burned hotter, and I flinched. Riven’s eyes darkened, locking on mine for a brief second. That look—icy, fierce, impossibly intimate—made my knees weaken even as my fists flew. Every strike, every pivot, our bond screamed, connecting us more than just physically. It was instinctual. Dangerous. Forbidden.

"Enjoy your stay, Miss Lily." "Yes, thank you," the lady replied, smiling under her hat. The bustles of a busy road scratched at her ear when she finally left the subway. She passed by an alleyway, and a familiar ugly sound replaced the assaults of the street chatters and car engines. The world suddenly closed in on her as she slowly glanced at the direction of the sound of flesh hitting another flesh. "Yeah! Get him!" Three young men surrounded two others: Their faces were swelling in red and blue as they breathed in a ragged rhythm. Both wore angry faces, and it seemed as though they'd been long time enemies.