Novel & Cerita Erotic Fiction Short Story

Her thighs trembled, nails digging into his shoulders as she rode the waves, inner muscles fluttering and milking him. The sight and feel of her coming undone beneath him pushed Jeremiah over the brink. With a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum deep inside her. His hips jerked with each spurt, prolonging their shared ecstasy until they were both spent, breathless, and trembling.

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But gosh, that cock of his was fine, stretched out towards me like it couldn't wait to have me. He ran a hand over his dirty brown hair. Why was I just noticing his biceps, his broadened chest and taunt abdomen? I had been reading an erotic story the day he must have caught me touching myself. How he'd seen me, I didn't know. I'd worn a dress that very day, reading the story through my phone. When I noticed I needed a release due to the sexual tension, I'd raised my dress to my thigh... Since the lights in the train constantly blinked and there had been no one around me, I managed to take off my panties.

Her moans turned into short, broken whimpers now, “uh… uh… yes… like that…” He kept the pace brutal, the glass fogging from their heat. Her free hand braced against it, leaving wet prints. He finally pulled out, turned her, and bent her over the toilet tank. One hard shove and he was buried again, pounding her from behind while she gripped the edges. “Tell me what you are…” “Your overtime slut… your dirty little hole… use me…” He reached under, pinched her clit hard, and she broke. A loud, shaky “fuck...I’m cumming...” ripped out of her as her pussy clenched and fluttered around him, juices running down her thighs.

Each stroke was deliberate, sadistic, circling my entrance but never diving in, never grazing my throbbing clit. The wet heat of his mouth teased me, his tongue flat and soft against my sensitive skin, tasting my arousal like he owned it. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping more juice onto his chin, the cool air hitting the wetness and sending shivers up my spine. My nipples hardened into tight peaks, aching as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my dress, begging for attention I couldn't give them. My body twisted under the torment, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing that elusive pressure, but Elden pinned my thighs down with his strong hands, keeping me spread wide and helple

Chapter Three – Penthouse Climax The night deepened, the penthouse a realm of shadows and silk, my body a map of his desire—bruises on my hips, cum drying on my skin, pussy and ass stretched from his relentless games. My daring spirit craved more, and he sensed it, his dark command a challenge I couldn’t resist, turning the suite into our erotic battlefield.

‘Did I really let that THING enter me in the past? I must be a superhero. “Don’t worry,” Eric reassured. “You ate my d*ck quite fine before. You’d survive.” Is that a way to comfort me? Either way, I don’t want to stop in the middle. So, I nodded my head and said, “D-Do it.” Eric frowned and cursed undertone. He brushed his hair upwards and whispered, “Damn. You’re an aphrodisiac to me. Sh*t.” Eric rubbed his glans, touching my entrance. Then he began to push the tip of his glans carefully.

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