Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me. Damien's hands moved to my breasts, squeezing them through the fabric of my blouse. I could feel my nipples hardening, aching for his touch. He trailed kisses up my stomach, his tongue circling my navel before moving higher. He pushed my blouse aside, exposing my bra. With a swift movement, he unclasped it, freeing my breasts. His mouth captured one nipple, sucking it while his hand played with the other. I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo.

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

It was massive, veiny, and leaking a clear drop of precum from the tip hole. He slowly grabbed my hand and placed it on his hot, hard flesh. My body shivered at the contact, electric sparks dancing across my skin. He was burning hot, pulsing with life, and the precum glistened on the tip, looking like liquid gold. I slowly wrapped my fingers around his thick cock marveling at the size of him. "And now," he whispered, guiding my hand, "stroke it for me." He said. I began to move my hand up and down against his hard length, my thumb brushing over his sensitive slit, spreading the precum around the crown. I was fascinated by him, by the power he held over me.

I could feel it crawling under my skin, spreading like liquid fire as if his words had sparked something deep inside me. It wasn’t just the warmth of his touch, or the heat of his breath—it was something darker, something far more intimate. My body betrayed me, responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. I trembled as the sensation intensified, spreading like wax dripping slowly over a flame. It melted through my veins, pooling in my chest, hardening as it moved. My heart beat erratically, trying to hold on to its rhythm, but it was like trying to stop an avalanche with bare hands.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

I whisper, trailing kisses down her neck and reveling in the way her body responds to my touch. Within moments, she positions herself astride me, firmly grasping my pulsating shaft. She delicately brings her hand to her lips, sensually tasting my pre-cum, which instantly evokes a pleasurable moan from deep within me. The scene before me is undeniably captivating, exuding an intense eroticism. With a firm grip on my member, she proceeds to glide down onto it, engulfing me in a tight, scorching heat that amplifies my moans of ecstasy to new heights.

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I shivered, hips subtly shifting, pressing toward warmth, toward touch, toward the thrill of being seen, desired, wanted. Marissa leaned closer, lips brushing my shoulder. I gasped softly, trembling, pulse racing. Darren’s hand pressed firmly into my lower back, guiding, steadying, teasing. I felt the heat pool between my thighs, spread through my belly, radiate up to my chest. Every nerve ending burned, alive with the exquisite tension of what was allowed, what was forbidden, what was possible.

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

He was a work of art: defined pectorals, abdominal muscles carved as if by hand, tattoos snaking across his torso. And between his legs—thick and erect—his cock throbbed, so hard it almost hurt to look at. He reached out his hand, and Lucy didn't hesitate. At the contact, Eros pulled her against him, kissing her again with a tenderness that contrasted with the urgency of moments before—and she could taste herself on his lips. And she liked it.