Erotic Fic Novels & Stories

“Does Felix finger this married pussy the way you need? Or does he just give you quick, polite little fucks?” “N-no… he doesn’t,” I moaned, pushing back toward his hand despite myself. The confession made me feel filthy and alive. David chuckled darkly. “That’s what I thought.” His thick fingers teased my slick folds, spreading the foamy soap over my swollen clit. He circled it slowly at first, then plunged two rough fingers deep inside my pussy without warning. I cried out. God, the stretch was immediate and intense. He pumped his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sensitive spot that made my toes curl.

The taste of him, familiar now, filled her senses. She made it noisy, wet, a performance of submission and skill. Elias and Rickard watched, their breaths shortening. “Fuck, she’s a natural,” Rickard muttered, his hand already moving to his own belt. Marcus pulled out, his cock slick and shiny. “Now,” he said to Elias. “Take her from behind. Let’s see how she handles two.”

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

Eros sighed, and I nodded. As we headed up the stairs, he turned to me and said, “Erin is a Clurichaun, a solitary fairy that asked me for a job many years ago, and she is feisty and can cause mischief especially after she is deep in her cups, so be leery about roaming around late at night because that is when she indulges in her whiskey. I believe that she's already into her cups.” “Okay,” I replied and watched Samson rush past our feet shouting excuse me.

Honestly, the only room in the house that was finished was the one he was using—the master bedroom. Behind the door, the girl continued to cry, and the sobs seemed to be amplified as they reached his ears. When he closed his eyes, his brain immediately found the memory of her flushed body tied to the bedpost - wide open, completely at his mercy. Eric sighed and straightened himself. Maybe he'll stop by the pub down the street and find an easygoing girl willing to help distract him from the girl behind the locked door. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed again as he strode across the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator door, he felt the cool moisture spread on his skin, so wonderful. Ever

Eric appeared very open and honest. "Find me?" Fiona maintained a safe distance. Eric had consumed quite a bit and appeared sober, but there was unmistakable hints of intoxication in his eyes. "Yes." Eric took two steps towards her, and rather impolitely, reached his hand towards her face. Fiona furrowed her brows and moved away, "Mr. Eric, let's talk without physical contact." "There's a strand of hair sticking to your lips." Eric said innocently. Fiona brushed it off herself but upon seeing this, Eric leaned against the wall. He was quite a handsome foreigner, and after getting drunk, his blue eyes became even more alluring with a hazy beauty. Leaning against the wall, he exuded a sense of

“Play with your tits while I fuck you.” I cup my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples through the lace. The added stimulation makes everything more intense. “Harder,” he growls. “Pinch them harder.” I obey, and the sharp pain mixing with pleasure has me gasping. “That’s it. Fuck, you look so good like this. Spread out beneath me, taking my cock, playing with yourself.” His words push me higher. I can feel another orgasm building. “Damon, I’m close…” “Not yet. Hold it.”

The sensation was overwhelming; Marcus thick cock and Sarah’s tongue teasing my clit. I came again, harder this time. Marcus switched again, pulling out and positioning Sarah on all fours on the desk beside me. He fucked her roughly while I watched. Sarah’s breasts bounced with every thrust and her moans were loud and needy. “Elena,” he commanded. “Come and lick her clit while I fuck her.” I obeyed, sliding underneath Sarah in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy hovered over my face, glistening and dripping from Marcus's cock. I licked her eagerly, tasting her sweetness, she moaned and lowered her mouth back in my pussy, licking me in return while Marcus kept slamming into her.

That could have been her most memorable climax, and assuming she was separated from everyone else utilizing her finger, she could have been fulfilled. Erica utilized her thumbs to spread her pussy open. The air spiked her consuming, pink meat, then, Erica covered it with her mouth. Her tongue penetrated up into her pussy opening, and plunged deeper than she naturally suspected it could go. One more climax could have moved through her body, yet it might have been a continuation of the first. “Damn it, you taste so great,” Erica said. “I love making you cum. Cum for me once more. Cum all around my face, in my mouth.”

“That’s it, my love, right there! I’m coming! I’m coming!” Eric smiles and accelerates his thrusts even more. I ride his cock and pull his hair. I arch my back, tighten my legs around Eric while I scream at my orgasm that hits me in waves again and again. Eric continues his thrusts until they become erratic, and he screams my name as he buries his canines into my neck. The mark, Eric, has marked me, and I see how everything around me darkens and I fall into oblivion.