Erotic Fictio Novels & Stories

He's a dumb jock and they tend to be big mouths and gossip kings . After a while of long silence and weird looks from both Tyler and Nick, I finally got an answer. "Okay." Tylers expression quickly changed, and he smirked, shrugging his shoulders as if it was 'no big deal' and 'easy' to be my fake girlfriend. "Whaaaaat ?" I let a fake giggle slide from my lips. Oh no. No no no no no! Please no. "I said I'll do it." He gave me a flat look as he shrugged, acting like it's nothing. I felt like vomiting. Were we actually going to do this? Oh god...

I looked at Vera, who blinked at me blankly and innocently. “Can I get erotical romance this time?” I said and gestured with my hands at the same time. Vera’s cheeks turned red as her eyes widened. I could literally hear her heart crash against her ribs. I chuckled as she timidly excused herself somewhere. “Princess,” Izumi coughed a little and continued. “That’s a… rather bold request…” “Come on, give me all the erotica you have. How else am I going to learn about these things? And if it’s a tragic, erotical romance. It’d be a chef kiss.”

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

and high-stakes romance. Jax’s movements became more urgent, his hands finding the lace of my underwear and pulling it aside. I cried out, my head falling back, my eyes catching the light of the sun-drenched ceiling. This was the "Power Play." This was the moment where the lines between us didn't just blur—they dissolved into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation.

He groaned too, and when his hands finally reached my breasts, he squeezed, pulling another sound from my lips. My eyes stayed closed, my body riding the sensation. I barely noticed when he sat up, still inside me. The image of his father on the couch slammed into my mind. His mouth found my left nipple, and I imagined it was Bruno sucking me there instead. My hips began to move on their own, rocking against him, forcing him to suck harder. I kept my eyes closed, kept pretending. Again and again, I moved, chasing that fantasy. He groaned beneath me, then flipped us, pushing me onto my back. He slipped out of me completely, making my eyes snap open.

Then he suddenly stops, his fascinating wood cologne and a whiff of sweat infiltrating my nostrils. “If getting your ass whipped makes you this wet. How will you feel when I lash my leather whip on your cunt?” He questions, his hot breaths fanning my neck as he lets out a low growl in my ear. I gasp at the erotic idea he just paints in my head. I shiver slightly, letting out a consensus moan. He chuckles darkly, grabbing my ass cheeks, his finger slipping inside my wet entrance. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grunts, his hand choking my neck as he adds another finger inside me.

“I said, come.” My breath had already turned shallow. “What? Why?” “You know why.”He drawled quietly, eyes piercing into mine. “I can give you what you want.” “What I want?” “Yes. I can make you cum in the best ways... beyond ways Felix can even dream of. Beyond your wildest, filthiest fantasies. I can make it all come true.” My heart hammered so hard, both my hands shaking by my side. “Y-you're crazy. And disgusting. I'm your brother's wife. How can you even say that to me?”

The suction was intense and rhythmic, pulling at my clit in the most mind-melting way. “Too much?” he asked, voice amused as I squirmed. “Yes. No. I don’t know,” I babbled, gripping his shoulders. “This is witchcraft. I’m being attacked by a pink demon.” He chuckled — that deep, rare sound that made my stomach flip. “You’re even funnier when you’re horny. It’s distracting.” The toy kept working me, sucking and vibrating at the same time. I tried to grind against it, but Lucas held me still with his big hands on my hips.

"You already cheated on your husband yesterday. So what's one more sin? Hmm? At least this time, you'll get a real orgasm out of it. Let me make you come so hard you forget his name. Then you can regret later all you want." A whimper escaped me. My mind screamed to stop, but my body leaned in, pressing my tits against his chest. I could feel his cock hardening against my belly. "Adrien..." "That’s it," he murmured, his hand slipping under the hem of my tank top. His calloused palm was hot on my bare stomach before his thumb found my nipple, circling the tight, aching peak. "Say my name right this time. Not his."

I pushed a third finger in, stretching myself open, feeling that delicious burn. In my fantasy, he bent me over the kitchen counter, yanking my shorts down my ankles. I could almost feel the cool edge of the granite pressing into my hips as he freed his cock and rubbed the thick head along my dripping slit. I rolled onto my stomach, ass lifted slightly, face buried in the pillow so I could pretend he was right behind me. My fingers kept thrusting; three of them now, while my hips rocked back to meet every stroke. My pillow smelled of shampoo, but it was his scent that surrounded me. His big hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, pulling me back onto his cock as he sank into me