Novel & Cerita Erotic Fiction Short

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them and hide. The cool air against my wet folds made me shiver. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my already swollen clit. The wet sound was embarrassingly loud in the quiet room. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I forced my eyes open, releasing my bitten lip. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me as I circled my clit faster. My hips began to rock against my hand without permission.

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

“I’ve felt you looking. I’ve touched myself thinking about this exact thing, you pushing me against a wall and taking what you want, fuck daddy, take me.” He yanked the wet bikini bottoms down my thighs. I stepped out of them. His hand slid between my legs and found me already dripping. He pushed two fingers into me without warning and I gasped, head tipping back against the tile. “Daddy…!Oh God…” He began fucking me with his fingers hard and deep, curling them, thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit. “So tight, damn baby.” He increased his pace. “Ahmn!” The wet sounds were filthy in the small space. My moans got higher, breathier. He clapped his free hand over my mouth.

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

A man was stroking eagerly in and out of me. The anonymity was exhilarating. I’d never experienced anything like it before. My female lover humped my mouth, and I coaxed and prodded her clitoris Looking up, I watched with delight while she squeezed her own tits and her head whipped back and forth. The fucker between my legs was pounding me now, and a buzzing climax swept over me just as he—whoever he was—shot his cream into me. The woman came on my face seconds later, then unsaddled herself.

I pulled my hand from her panties, ignoring her soft whine of protest, and yanked at my zipper, freeing my erection with a groan. It sprang out, thick and throbbing, precum already beading at the tip. Her eyes dropped to it, her lips curling into a wicked smile, and she spread her legs wider, the leather shorts stretching as her panties peeked out, soaked and clinging to her folds. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her voice a sultry command, her hips lifting like an offering. “Do it. Now.” I didn’t need another word. With a growl, I grabbed her shorts and panties, ripping them down her thighs in one rough tug, not caring if they tore.

"Beg for it," he growled, leaning down so his breath ghosted over my ear. "Tell me what a naughty student you are for wanting your professor to wreck this kitty." "Please, Professor... take me. I need you inside me so bad." *********** One touch is never enough. In the glittering world of forbidden nights and dangerous temptations, desire ignites without warning... and burns everything in its path. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her sinful thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of sin with no names and no limits. These scorching standalone stories plunge you into raw, insatiable passion. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a

I said as I raised my legs. He knelt close to the bed and pulled me to the edge of the bed, and finger-fucked me. Curling his finger inside my pussy. I closed my eyes savoring the sweet sensation I was feeling. Then he started moving his fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I jerked. He licked my pussy, flickering his tongue inside me, as he used his thumb to rub my clit so fast. My breath became uneven and low, pressure rising low in my belly. “I am about to cum master” I cried.

“Please don’t stop. Eat my pussy, Daddy. Make your roommate’s daughter’s best friend come on your tongue. Please—” He growled like an animal and attacked me with renewed, almost violent hunger. His fingers pumped faster, scissoring inside me, stretching me open even more while his mouth sucked and licked my clit in perfect rhythmic pulses. The wet, completely obscene sounds filled the quiet master bedroom—slurping, sucking, my own desperate moans and whimpers, the wet squelch of his fingers fucking his own cum deeper into me. He added a third finger, curling them perfectly against that spot, and the pressure built so fast and so hard I thought I might black out.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.