Erotic Mmf Stories Novels & Stories

As we say goodbye and draw the curtains of Pains of Amara, lets welcome Nicole and Raphael story in: A MAFIA'S POSSESSION Anticipate my new story "A Mafia's Possession" A dark mafia romance of two star crossed lovers. Take care you all!

I could feel the sweat beginning to pool in the small of my back, the air in the office becoming thick and humid with our combined heat. "Yes! Oh god, Professor, harder!" I wailed, my voice cracking, losing all its composure. I could feel his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot against my ear, and I knew I was gone. I wasn't the group leader or the top student anymore. I was just a woman being broken open by the only man who could do it. When he found my clit, grinding his hand against me while he kept up that punishing pace, I felt the world start to crumble. The pressure was too much, a perfect storm of internal and external friction that pushed me right to the edge. I was sobbing

Declan’s cock bulges inside of her. “I’m going to breed this sweet little pussy one day,” he said one night. His voice was rough in her ear. He thrust up into her. Maeve gasped. She rolled her hips faster. The dirty words sent sparks through her. His hands gripped her ass. He guided her pace. Skin slapped quietly. She came first, biting his shoulder to stay silent. He held her tight and finished inside her. Heat pulsed deep. They stayed joined, whispering until their breathing slowed.

“This was… fuck, this was a one-time thing. We’re not doing this again. I’m married. You’re married. We both love pussy.” Mike nodded, even as he rolled his hips, pressing his hardening cock against Derek’s hip. “Yeah. Exactly. That was just halftime relief. Stupid beer and the game got us worked up. Nothing gay about it.” His words were lies, and they both knew it. The denial only made his blood run hotter.

“Fuck me harder! Use my pussy!” His shyness evaporated. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He pumped into her, each drive hitting a deep, aching spot inside her. Francine’s head fell back. She chanted filthy encouragement. “Yes! That’s it! Ram your virgin cock into my slut pussy! Make it yours!” He grunted, a primal sound. His pace became frantic, punishing. The slapping sounds of their joining mixed with the storm. Francine felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly. She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her.

“I bought these in case you were having another bout of morning sickness.” “I’m fine physically, Evan. It’s everything else.” I lean against the counter, the cool laminate pressing into my palms. “You might want to sit down.” We retreat to a small corner table, shielded by the refrigerator. I pour it all out in a hushed, frantic whisper. The red Ferrari, the "finance major" who knew too much, the terrifying mention of "mafia thugs." Evan’s face goes from concerned to ghostly pale. His jaw literally hangs open.

Ep 1: Unknown Number “Another one? This guy really doesn’t give up.” Aurora laughed under her breath as she opened the latest message from the unknown number. The photo loaded — a thick, veined cock gripped in a strong hand, the tip glistening with precum. She zoomed in out of pure curiosity, then quickly closed it, cheeks warming. She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Persistent creep.”

ADRIAN I’d made a lot of regrettable mistakes in my twenty-seven years of existence. At the very top of that list was agreeing to be in a five-year relationship with someone who would end up being a liar and a cheater. But I was beginning to realize that wasn’t even my worst mistake— and that was saying something. My absolute worst mistake had to be hooking up with a random stranger I met in a club. And not just any random stranger, a stranger that turned out to be my student.

“Oh fuck… Daddy… shit!” The orgasm hit like a freight train, long, thick ribbons of cum erupting over my hand, my stomach, my cock, dripping down my knuckles. I stroked through it, milking every pulse, listening to a stranger growl filthy praise, pretending—wishing—it was someone else. I panted, forgetting to be sexy, just trying to get my lungs to work. After a minute of nothing but quiet breathing, someone spoke. I think it was me. “That was…”

“Ahh…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! It’s… it’s so deep…! Oh god… ungh…!” Damien reached around and wrapped a hand around Elias’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. The added stimulation made Elias’s voice crack completely. “F-fuck…! Ahh…! I’m… I’m gonna… mmmh…! Damien… please…!” His moans turned into broken, blabbering sounds as Damien pounded into him without mercy. “Unngh…! Ah… ah…! It feels… it feels too good…! Fuck…! Mmmh…! I can’t… I can’t… ahh…!”