Eroti Novels & Stories

Ethan’s hips bucked involuntarily, but Marcus held him down with a firm yet gentle grip on his thigh, drawing out the pleasure until Ethan was trembling, whispering broken pleas. Marcus pulled off with a soft pop, his lips glistening. He looked up, eyes dark with lust and something deeper—affection, raw connection. “You taste incredible,” he breathed, crawling back up to capture Ethan’s mouth in another passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, sharing the intimate flavor.

It felt so filthy and yet so fucking hot. My arms slid around his neck, fingers locked tight, pulling him closer, moaning uncontrollably into his mouth. He claimed my lips completely, his tongue dominating mine. His fingers slid down to my swollen pussy and flicked my clit, making me moan louder against his lips. “You love this, don’t you?” He growled between kisses. I shuddered and nodded. “Yes…” “You love this black cock more than anything?” “Yes,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I do.”

She said, "Don't worry about it. Look all you want. It's not like I'm going to lose anything." She really didn't care. She was showing off her smooth legs right in front of me and letting me stare all I wanted. I smiled back and said, "You're really something. Those are the prettiest legs I've ever seen." And just like that, we started chatting back and forth. It turned out that her name was Lauren Ward. She had a boyfriend, but he could never satisfy her. Every time they were together, he would be done after just a few moments. The more frustrated Lauren became, the more she craved release, so she started using toys to take care of herself.

She kept grinding through her orgasm, then finally lifted herself off me, breathing heavily. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. “You’re a natural,” she whispered. Elena reached into the nightstand and pulled out a sleek black strap-on. My eyes widened. “Not tonight,” she said with a wicked smile, putting it back. “Tonight I want to feel you against me.” She positioned herself between my legs, pressing her wet pussy directly against mine. The contact was electric. She started grinding slowly, our clits rubbing together in a perfect rhythm. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt, slick, warm, and incredibly intimate. Elena moved faster, her breasts brushing against

Then he picked up the rose toy, positioning the bud over my clit, the petals cupped it perfectly. He then clicked a button and turned it on, it vibrated softly. I moaned loudly, enjoying the new sensation. "Squeeze your breasts, Ella," he commanded. I did as he said, and I squeezed my left boob hard. He took the tube of lube and squeezed a bit of it on his fingers. Then he rubbed some of it over my ass hole, massaging it a bit with his fingers. He inserted one of his fingers gently, I felt just a bit of pressure from it.

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

Rae stood behind me, her hands on my breasts, her lips on my neck. “You’re so fucking sexy,” she murmured, biting my earlobe. “Fuck, Rae,” I gasped, grinding down on Julian, his cock hitting deep. “You too.” Julian groaned, his hands on my hips, guiding me faster. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” he said, his voice rough. Rae’s fingers slid to my clit, rubbing hard, her lips on mine. “Come with us,” she said, her voice desperate. “Now.”

The room was dim, with a single candle illuminating the best it could, and I saw something poking out from the layers of blue and white. I strode up to it cautiously and touched it, only for it to crinkle against my fingers and fall to the floor. It all came back to me now and I picked it up, my hands shaking, my nose filled with the smell of his perfume that seemed to come from the paper. “I will read it and throw it out,” I said under my breath, slowly unfolding the crisp quarters to see a contract. “Proposal for a Dominant and Submissive Relationship?” The candle flickered and I moved closer to the golden glow to see the letters better. Dominant? Submissive? Hard limits? Soft Limits?

Cain closed the door and turned to face me as I ran a hand through my hair, attempting to regain composure. "What did he say?" I asked. "Something that could have waited until morning." He watched me with a wary gaze, his eyebrows drawn together slightly. "Why did you pull away so quickly?" He asked slowly. "You said we couldn't have sex," I told him honestly. "That wasn't sex" "It was foreplay," I countered, "which, by definition, leads to other things." He let out a long sigh, a rather angry expression still plastered on his face. "I need another cold shower," he said, beginning to walk back towards the bathroom.

"Shit, Erik, you need to talk like that more often. That was such a massive turn-on." "Oh? Are you saying that my sister likes hearing her brother talk about how he wants to thrust his cock into her? How he wants to hear the sound of her wet pussy slapping against his thighs as he drills her into her bed and makes her scream his name?" Elayne's body shook against me, stiffening almost imperceptibly--her pussy somehow getting even tighter, if only for a moment. She sighed contentedly, and my eyes widened as I realized what had just happened. "Wait. Did you actually orgasm just from me talking dirty to you?"