Erin Ashford Sexy Novels & Stories

This is just a dressed-up version of that. Yet despite all this, my body burns hot with memories of him and his bare muscled chest, arms flexing as he pumped iron. Or, God help me, the way he had that girl bent over the bench in his room. The way he smacked her ass, the things he said… They shouldn’t have been sexy. I never had sex but I can’t imagine being that rough could feel good, despite the girl’s wanton reactions. And Asher’s words… You like that slut?

Ash leaned in and breathed in my scent as Ares ran a hand against my legs. " I think I like jealous you" Adonis jokes. " That was hot right," Ash says, kissing my cheek. " "You look amazing, by the way," Ares says, still rubbing my thigh. I blushed slightly. "You three look sexy in casual clothes. You should wear them more often", I tell them.

“You think I got in bed with him because I wanted to know how if his bed was as soft as it looked? I wanted to be fucked, honey.” She grinned widely at me. “If anything, I used him. And Nat…he's really good. Like, so fucking good. Ugh…I've never had sex that good before him.” She moaned dreamily as she gripped the wheel tighter. I blushed and looked away from her, my throat going dry. “Yeah, yeah. I get it, Layla. You had good sex. Still not enough reason to blow me off. You could have texted, ‘Hot sex with Trent.”

I gasped as the sparks shot through my sensitive area. “Asher, please,” I grabbed his hand as he started to nibble on my ear. His hand on my back had moved to my side, pulling me against the side of the tub, water splashing on the floor. Asher’s fingers slipped inside my folds and found my clit. He started rubbing over the sensitive skin, and my body reacted against his touch, causing a moan to escape my mouth.

Isla slipped into a deep slate-blue wrap dress that cinched at her waist, accentuating her silhouette, while Priya chose a stunning rose-gold number that shimmered like sunlight against her warm, honeyed complexion. With deft hands, they applied minimal makeup—a delicate gloss that highlighted their lips and a gentle sweep of mascara that made their eyes pop with vibrancy. They brushed their hair until it fell in soft, luxurious waves that framed their faces, enhancing their natural beauty. A spritz of floral perfume—delicate notes of jasmine and peony—lingered in the air around them, enveloping them in a fragrant mist that felt like a warm embrace.

“Let them eat you, baby. Let them worship this pussy until you can’t think straight.” I came again with a broken sob, thighs shaking around their heads. They kept licking me through it, gentler now, drawing it out until I was twitching and oversensitive. When they finally pulled back, their mouths were shiny with my arousal. The sight made something deep inside me clench. Asher stood up and pulled his shirt off. His body was incredible — toned, strong, perfect. Finn and Silas followed, stripping down to their boxers. The outline of their cocks made my mouth go dry.

Asher wouldn't reject the body that I was giving to him for free. "Good afternoon, Mr. Asher," I said kindly. I pouted my lips that I had polished with red lipstick forward to give a seductive impression. My shoulders swayed to make my jutting breasts jiggle. Mr. Asher narrowed his eyes as he received the document from me, and I deliberately looked down in front of his face so that he could see my big breasts and feel aroused. Mr. Asher cleared his throat. I knew for sure his penis was stiffening. But he looked at me sharply instead. It's not a lustful look at all. It was a threatening look.

“No young lady, until you accept to give to the orphans, there’ll be no sex for you” “I don’t want sex, all I ask for is a quickie. Just the tip" She replied, licking his neck lazily as her hand found his buckle. His limp shaft revived immediately and hot arousal shot through him. His hand found her hook and with a little snap, he released her white, huge breasts. He dug his face into them, earning a moan and laugh from Isabelle who stroked his shaft lightly. "Stop, you still haven't agreed" Alessandro moved back slightly and she pouted with a frown, drawing him closer.

Inside the car, Sophie's sultry eyes sparkled. "I wore these black stockings just for you. No underwear, of course. After all these years, I know your tastes haven't changed." Simon's dark eyes were filled with unrestrained excitement. His hands eagerly reached under her skirt as his voice turned hoarse. "Are you planning to drain me tonight? I can't wait anymore. Let me put it in first." Sophie stopped his hand. When she saw the frustrated look in Simon's eyes, her red lips curled in a smile. "Let's go somewhere else. You like the lakeside, don't you?"

“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.