Eroti Audio Novels & Stories

I moaned into his skin, the sound escaping slightly as a low, vibrating hum. Leo was being vigilant, his eyes darting toward the kitchen doorway every few seconds. He pulled his hand away from my mouth for a second to lick my ear, his breath hot and ragged. He was groaning low in his throat, a sound so quiet it was almost a purr. He reached around and started to flick my clit with his thumb while he hammered into me from behind. I was shaking, my knees buckling as he hit my sweet spot over and over. “We need to change”, he hissed into my ear.

The words sounded so foreign, it felt like a sim. Rossi let out a soft laugh. “Audacity must be cheap, since you can afford it ” He released my wrists and first my hair, jerking my head back until his mouth hovered near my ear. “But I like it like that.” If I had anything to say, it died on my tongue when he shoved another finger inside me. In and out, in and out, faster and faster and deeper, till a cloud of an impending orgasm gathered at the base of my spine. He read around and pinched my nipples.

Finding the rhythm. Every thrust sent the inner dildo rocking against my clit and my g-spot simultaneously and I was making sounds I'd never made in two years of our relationship. "Oh fuck," I breathed. "Te- Tessy…" Eric's voice came out completely wrecked from somewhere in the sheets. "Don't talk," I said, and thrust harder. His back arched even further. The oil made everything obscene and slippery and loud and I grabbed the bottle. Pouring more across his ass. Watching it run down till everything got filthier and I kept going.

My moans came out broken and low. “Ahhh… ahhh… mmm… fuck… ohhh…” He fucked me, one hand gripping my hip, the other reaching around to rub my clit. Pleasure built in long, gradual waves. My moans vibrated through my chest, continuous and low. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of me filled the small room. “Ohhh… ohhh… I’m close… ahhh…”

he muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Didn't know a detective would be this sexy" Andrew let out a dry laugh. Lopez started to move, his hips thrusting up, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. "You like that, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice harsh with desire. "You like being fucked like a hoe right?" "Yes, don't stop" Camila pleaded, closing her eyes as they took her to cloud nine. Van matched his rhythm, his hips moving in sync, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

Two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching my tight walls, curling hard against that delicious spot that makes me go wild with pleasure, my vision going white. “Ahh—” The sound rips out of me, raw and broken. My back arches hard, pushing my boobs up toward her mouth. Lira latches on without wasting a single moment, sucking one sensitive nipple deep into her mouth, teeth grazing just enough to send electric jolts straight to my clit. “Ahh. Yess.” She moans, her hot breath around my nipple makes me go mad. Her fingers pump faster, fucking me with wet, filthy squelching sounds, and pussy juices runs down my ass crack, soaking the couch.

One hand stayed on her breast, teasing; the other drifted lower, slipping beneath the lace between her thighs. She was already wet—slick and aching from the thrill of being seen. Fingers circled her clit slowly, then dipped inside, pumping shallowly while her thumb kept the pressure on that sensitive bundle. Her hips rocked. Soft moans escaped her—deliberate, loud enough to carry if the windows were open. She arched her back, breasts thrusting up, fingers moving faster now—two inside, curling, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. Across the street, a light flicked on in his apartment.

The wet sound of his mouth and the squelch of her arousal filled the room, mingling with her loud, desperate moans. “You taste so good,” he murmured against her. Vicky’s hips jerked, and her thighs began to shake. “Oh my fuck! Lesnar! I can’t!" “Yes, you can,” he said, before diving back in, licking the inside of her lips now, dragging his tongue along the inner folds, tasting every drop. He alternated his tongue deep inside her and then up to her clit, pulling it with his lips until she squealed. At this point, the pleasure was too much, but her words kept spilling out between moans. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Fuck me with your fingers! Ohhh yes! Harder! Suck me! Ohhh god! Right there!”