Erotic Black Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

“And right now, I want both of you.” The air crackled with a new, dangerous energy. David stood, paralyzed, watching his boyfriend’s resistance melt under the touch of the woman who had just blackmailed him. This was a disaster. This was also the most electric, forbidden thing he’d ever witnessed. “You want to punish him, Michael?” Leila whispered, her fingers working his zipper down. “Punish him by taking what’s his. Fuck me while he watches. Make him see what he’s been missing.”

“My best friend’s little slut taking load after load all weekend. Gonna fill you one more time before we head back so you remember who owns this hole.” His strokes turned brutal, skin slapping loud against my ass. I reached down, stroking myself fast and matching his rhythm while he railed me. Pleasure built fast, twisting tight in my gut until I came hard, shooting across the sheets as my hole clamped down on him like a vice. Ethan cursed and slammed in to the hilt, unloading another thick flood of cum deep in my guts. He kept grinding through it, milking every drop before finally pulling out and watching his seed leak from my wrecked entrance with dark satisfaction.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably, tears running down my face. Lena licked my tits, sucked my nipples while the men destroyed me. The sounds were obscene; wet squelching, skin slapping, my broken moans and their low growls. Her dad’s voice cut through the haze. “Tomorrow morning we’re breeding both of you. Gonna fill these young cunts with so much cum you’ll be leaking for days.” The words pushed me over again. I came harder than ever, squirting all over Ethan’s cock, ass pulsing. My vision went white. I felt like I was floating and falling at the same time.

Being worshiped and pleasured by three sexy as hell men. After sucking my sensitive and throbbing clit, Ethan held my head and turned it to his side of the bed before slipping his own throbbing cock into my mouth. He was perhaps the most vocal of all the men on this night, as he peppered me with dirty words and erotic questions. Asking me if I was a slut and if I liked being used as a whore, strangely enough I found this degrading talk aroused me further, and I played along with him answering every question and degrading thing he had to say.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

He wanted her body to be soft and ready for the invasion. Zane used his tattooed hands to rub oil into her thighs and her entrance. He was being very messy. He wanted her to be slippery. "I want her to feel like she is disappearing," Zane growled. While Ethan licked her and Zane oiled her, Jax stood at her head. He pushed his massive, dark cock into her mouth. Lily swallowed him deep. She was being used at both ends before the main event even started. The erotica was heavy and dark. Lily felt like she was being prepared for a sacrifice.

“This tight little cunt was made for my cock. Gripping me like you never want me to leave. You’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? Gonna soak my dick while I choke you and breed you against this fucking wall.” “Yes! Yes. Choke me harder,” I begged, tears spilling again, voice wrecked. “Make me come. Please let me come. I’ve been good. I’ve sucked you; I’ve taken every inch—please, Mr. Black, I’m begging—let me come on your cock. I need it so bad—please please please—" His fingers tightened around my throat, the perfect pressure I needed. Stars burst behind my eyes—and he slammed in one last brutal time, grinding deep, hips circling so the base of his cock mashed my clit relentlessly.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

He whispered in her ears, his voice dark, rich and husky as it tinged with a warning. “Oh, fuck..” Brittany cussed as he pushed one long finger in. Her p**y clenched, and she squirted as he rolled his fingers around her clit, hitting every part of her G-spot. He twisted his fingers and then pulled them out before holding them up to her face. It was coated and shiny with her wetness. “Open your mouth, kitten, and have a taste of yourself.” Dylan spoke as he slid his fingers in while she licked every inch of her wetness.