Erotic Beatuies Novels & Stories

The picture of a beautiful woman dressed in sexy clothes was the first thing Eric saw. "Slut, bitch, Daddy's mistress."

"Name, Eriantha. Tell the fucking name." She was aroused beyond control, by my venereal assaults, Eriantha was probably so lost in her reverie that she is unaware of the things her deceptive body was making her do. It's me who can make her feel this way,only me, those lustful moan, that amorous gaze, it's mine, all mine alone. She was rolling her hips deeper, grinding me as she was trying to ride on my finger, I was amazed by how my little vixen was trying to dominate me.

She grabbed her hair hard again and tilted her face hard while the other two restrained her hands, making her struggle too hard to move out of their grasp. "Who will stop me, you fucking whore? The camera's here don't work, no one will ever find us. We got you at the perfect place," Beatrice continued as the others laughed. Erika opened her mouth to say something but she was immediately slapped across the face again, the pain stinging so bad that she felt ripples in her vision. Her words.. a whisper. But it didn't stop, they kept saying things, pushing and torturing her by inflicting pain as they laughed. She could feel the little trickling blood moving down her chin.

he mumbled between licks, tears still dripping. Beatrice went next. She pushed him onto his back again, mounting him reverse, her ass cheeks spreading as she impaled herself. "Your turn to watch me take him," she taunted Clara and me. His cock, still semi-hard, stiffened fully inside her, and she rode with abandon, her pussy slurping around him. I fingered myself lazily, watching the way her ass jiggled, the sweat beading on her back. Clara joined, rubbing her tits against Beatrice's arm while plunging fingers into her own ass.

“And you’re enjoying it too little.” “I’m serious, Bea.” He turned to face her fully, his eyes dark and hard. “You’re pushing it. That waltz? Letting Fedora dance with him like that? You're practically handing them a memory.” Beauty sipped her wine slowly, deliberately. “Good. Let them remember.” She licked her bottom lip as the wine settled. “Let them feel what they used to have crawl back under their skin… just so I can peel it off again.” Eric stared at her like he didn’t recognize her. “You’re not playing smart anymore. You’re playing obsessed.”

There was nothing gentle about it this time and as he said he was punishing her. Every thought in Beatrice's head exploded into a pure, ecstasy feeling, she has been denying herself from him. A rush of dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin hits her system, and it felt like she was on cloud nine. She felt the dark curl of desires begin to twist inside her, bending all the rules and snapping off the flow of restraint she had in her. Beatrice tried to pull away, her head still cloudy. “No!” Ben said huskily, bringing her lips back to his, and that was enough to drive Beatrice wild.

Beatrice cried as he started moving; for a first timer, he was doing a good job as he moved his cock in and out between our pussy lips, and dear lord, it was so fucking hot and felt good. “Yes, Daddy, just like that.” I lost my mind. I moved closer so that our pussy lips were practically touching, the juice-filled cock between us; it was like tribbing but with a twist, a sweet but spicy twist that made my heart race. With Beatrice's dirty talking, oh god, I could see the gates of heaven opening for me. “Yes, oh god, don't stop.” I cried, now grinding a little as Beatrice kept our pussies in place with him going just a little to our holes at a time but never entering, so fucking teasingly hot

They are thrilled as well. Drums begin to beat and from the shadows come forth sensuous females with transparent lace clothing that reveal their bare flesh to ravenous eyes, to each beat they take a sole step forward. I can see everything from their perky breasts to their shaved cunts. I am speechless as the females initiate to sway to the erogenous melody of the flute that a male plays boastfully from a distance.

Sensual. Rebekah’s lips pressed against his shoulder. She kissed a path to his ear, matching his tempo with each sucking press of her lips. Eric shuddered. Mixing his three loves—music, sex, and this woman—stole his ability to think beyond the moment. The rhythm consumed him. He allowed it to rule his current existence. Rebekah’s fingers found the tiny hoop in his left nipple. She rubbed her thumb over it, tugging it gently with the beat he set.

"I know. But the suspense kills me. Will she be a warrior like I? I have always dreamed of a mate who will conquer with me." Kane said nothing for a while, and Zane scoffed. "I know. She is human. That is my curse." "Humans have an allure to them, don't you think?" Zane shook his head. "I do not share your thoughts, Kane. I will get ready for tonight, and then leave once the sun rises tomorrow. Prepare everything." "Yes, brother." Kane said, and then came forward to Zane's normally affectionate half hug. Zane hugged him, then patted his back a little, before finally releasing him.