Erotic Fiction Short Novels & Stories

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.

Destiny closed her eyes ready for a much needed sleep when Carter kissed her again and whispered into her ear, "You are incredible." Destiny's eyes flew open. THE END. ******* NB: As stated in the synopsis, this book contains other compilation of steamy erotic stories ever written and compiled in one collection! The very idea makes your mouth water, and that delicious feeling jolts down between your legs. These stories feature all the lusty, explicit action you could ever hope for. Every Dream of yours is sure to come to life in this electric compilation of erotic shorts. Read and enjoy...

⚠️ ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK This book is not just erotic, it is seduction in words. Every page is meant to stroke your mind, heat your body, and pull you deeper until you forget where you are. You will not read this… you will feel it. And once you enter, leaving will not be easy. Inside, you will find: Unfiltered Heat – Scenes so vivid you will taste them, feel them, ache for them. Dark Temptations – Men who don’t just touch… they claim.

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I imagined it was his cock inside me instead, thick and hot, stretching me open while he called me his good little girl. “Mike…” I whispered, pumping the dildo faster. “Fuck me… please…” I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the fantasy take over. Jax’s hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy while he whispered filthy things in my ear. Kane behind me, slapping my ass red as he pushed into my tight little hole at the same time. The images made me whimper louder. I angled the dildo so it hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My hips rocked up to meet it, chasing the building pleasure. My clit was swollen and sensitive under my fingers, sending sparks through

She was already slurring from the intensity, thin threads of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth and forming a small puddle on the table. The girl shuddered violently several times. A few weak waves of thin white fluid shot from the head of her little cock, spraying onto the edge of the table. She was flipped onto her back again. Her sweat-soaked white shirt hung uselessly around her waist, while most of her smooth back was covered in fine beads of sweat and the red erotic marks left by the man when he had leaned over her for fierce kisses. Her fair, supple buttocks were almost completely exposed, her tight little hole slapped red by the repeated impact of his heavy, dark balls. Be

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Tell me more. Did dream-me make you scream?” I nodded, cheeks burning. “You called me your good girl while you pounded me. Said my pussy was made for your cock. I came so hard… twice.” His grip on my ass tightened almost painfully. “Good. Because the real me is going to do a lot worse.” He suddenly lifted me onto the counter, stepping between my spread thighs. His hands pushed my shorts and soaked panties to the side. Two thick fingers slid along my slick folds, teasing my entrance. “Jesus Christ, Em. You’re fucking drenched.” He pushed both fingers inside me without warning, curling them deep. I cried out, head falling back.

End of story. Clare looked at him. He was smiling, the corner of his eyes wrinkled up by his amusement. She thought he was probably the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her life. Almost unconsciously she wriggled her bottom so her clitoris butted up against his toe. He was right, of course, completely right. There was no point pretending. Realistically, though she hadn’t thought it through, there was no long-term future in their relationship: They had nothing in common apart from sex. That didn’t mean, in the short term, they didn’t have a very healthy mutual interest in each other. There was something very freeing about being involved with a man for such narrow reasons, no actions held