Erotic Beatuies Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Never to be the same again… But, now, this was something else. This was a dream to betray my fated mate. Betray the woman I had been blessed by the moon goddess. I had awoken wanting Bailey. I had woken thinking I was about to take things further with her, and the thing that terrifies me most, is that thought in that moment, that was exactly what I had wanted. I had been incredibly turned on. I had wanted her. Wanted her touch. Needed her touch. I was disappointed and terrified all in one go...

“Miss, what’s your name? Do you have someone you know here?” It is not good to take advantage of those weak and not in their right mind but the girl seems like she’s in pain. He tried talking to her but it seems she can’t hear him. He had no idea the person was already naked, so he can see what she was wearing on the inside. “Hey! Get a hold of yourself!” he almost shouted, he’s getting affected by her pheromones. His rut— this is dangerous!

They both dropped to their knees in front of me, positioning their mouths right under my pussy like they were drinking from a tap. “Give us more,” Pete said, slapping my ass. Dante rubbed my clit fast. “Squirt again, baby. Soak our faces.” I was screaming crazily, body shaking violently as they forced another orgasm out of me. I squirted hard again, my juices spraying directly into their open mouths. They drank it greedily, licking and sucking my pussy and clit, fighting over every drop. “Fuck....I can’t stop.... ahhhh!” I screamed, another powerful squirt shooting out.

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.