Ero Sex Novels & Stories

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

He dove back in, slamming his cock into me with everything he had. I was being fucked from both ends. The sensation was blinding. Every time Tyler hit my depths from behind, Rex hit my G-spot from the front. I was trapped in a crossfire of hard cocks, my body shaking with the intensity of it. I felt my consciousness slipping, my world narrowing down to the feeling of skin on skin and the smell of sex.

She kissed me harder, squeezing my breasts as Adam’s fingers in me plunged deeper, curling right at the spot. “Fuck, your pussy’s flooding my mouth, Kara. Thea, just like that," he said, smacking her ass. "Shit, I’m gonna come.” Thea screamed first, her body shaking. “ Oh God!” Her orgasm triggered mine, my walls clenching around his fingers, juices spilling onto his tongue. “Yessss!” I yelled, shaking violently. Adam thrust up one last time, groaning deeply as he exploded inside Thea, his moans vibrating against me. We rode it all out, shaking softly now, our bodies slick with sweat.

That made me swallow hard. And then, before I could stop myself, I blurted it out. “Sometimes… during sex, I don't feel like myself.” His expression didn’t change at all. No surprise, no judgment. I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s like… I’m still there, but not really. I’m staring at the ceiling, feeling numb, just waiting for it to be over. It’s like I hit pause on myself, and my body just... goes through the motions. And afterward, I don’t feel real. I feel used, even if they were gentle.”

Car sex is good, how much I missed. "Damn your pussy is so tight... I'm gonna cum" he groaned as he thrusted deeper into me. One of breast spurted out of my dress as it bounced to his thrust. I moaned loudly as I reached orgasm. He grabbed hold of my ass as he pounded into me and soon came in the condom. We both collapsed on the car seat breathing heavily. "Damn that was great" he said as I arranged my dress. "Thanks" I faked a smile. He reached for his trouser and brought out some cash. He made to give me the money but I stopped him.

You have to claim them. When he’d gone, because I wasn’t finished yet, I lay on the rumpled bed, and brought myself off with my fingers. I thought of how he’d behaved earlier, sadistic and cruel, reveling in my cries from the pinch of the clamps and the slam of his cock. Then I fell asleep for an hour or so. When I woke, my hair was in a crazy, damp tangle and my breasts were a mess of scratch marks and blotches. And he was probably eating wild turbot because he usually does when it’s on expenses at Saxby’s. I would too. The point I’m making: sex isn’t like it is in the movies; it isn’t even like porn. Sex isn’t like anything except itself.

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.

My cries grew louder, filling the room with our shared ecstasy as he took me higher, showing no signs of slowing down. Finally, as that wave of pleasure crashed over me, my body shook uncontrollably. “Oh my god, yes!” I screamed, the words bursting from my lips as I surrendered to the overwhelming bliss. My body clenched around him, milking his cock, urging him to follow me into the abyss of pleasure.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.