Erotic Prose Novels & Stories

She looked more grotesque as he fucked her, but her pussy was so warm and wet that he filled her womb with his cum. Lexi Blackwood moaned loudly, yet focused on relishing the sexual energy that the sensation from Light’s hot semen carried. Light pulled out of her, breathing heavily and unable to look at the monstrous horns anymore. Regardless of his disgust, he couldn't help but wonder how her forked tongue would feel wrapped around his cock. His intrusive thoughts won. “Suck my cock, bitch,” Light demanded, his tone causing a thrilling excitement in Lexi. The sexual energy in that alone was too enticing; it shot straight to her horns.

It was a position of absolute, unyielding vulnerability. I stepped closer, inhaling her perfume tangled with the scent of raw sweat. Eros stepped up right behind her. He initiated his twisted, romantic game, slamming his lips against hers in a deep, invading kiss while his large hands aggressively massaged her heavy breasts. He dragged his mouth down her throat, biting and sucking on her pale skin, pulling pathetic, whiny groans from the submissive's lips. I didn't indulge in those kinds of performance sweets. My only focus was the raw, unadulterated meat of it.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try. She surprised me with what she did next. She held her hand up in front of my face. Then she lowered it between her legs and caressed herself. When she brought it back to my face, it was dripping with the honey that had lain in wait behind her lips. The smell of that sweet nectar shattered my resolve. I took her wrist in mine and began to lick the juices from her hand. My arousal went from mostly hard to rock solid with one taste. I was lost to reason -- she would be mine.

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.

My breasts bounced with every stroke, nipples grazing Vincent's muscular and hairy legs every few seconds. The double stuffed sensation was intoxicating, a whirlwind of heat and pressure that set every nerve alight. As I rocked my hips down onto Travis, his length hit me deep, a delicious burn that radiated through my core, each thrust sending sparks of ecstasy shooting up my spine. Vincent's cock, salty and musky on my tongue, his girth throbbed against my lips, the velvety skin sliding smooth and insistent as I sucked him deeper, the faint tang of his arousal mixing with the lingering sweetness of the wine we'd shared earlier. The room filled with our symphony--the wet slap of flesh agains

Tears streamed down her face as she writhed, legs parted slightly, thighs rubbing together in a frantic, desperate rhythm. Soft, needy whimpers escaped her lips with every shift of her hips. The air was thick with her scent. It was sweet, musky, utterly intoxicating. It hit me like a drug, flooding my senses and sending a rush of blood straight to my cock. It hardened instantly, throbbing painfully against my pants. I had never seen anything more erotic in my life. The urge to climb onto that bed, spread her wider, and bury myself deep inside her nearly overwhelmed me.

She kept stroking me through it until the aftershocks faded and I had to gently push her hand away, oversensitive. I rolled toward her and pushed her onto her back. Her legs fell open easily. I kissed down her throat, across her breasts, lingering to suck each nipple until she squirmed. Lower still, over the soft plane of her stomach. The scent of her arousal reached me before I even parted her folds with my fingers. She was slick and swollen. I settled between her thighs and licked a long stripe from her entrance up to her clit. The taste was sharp and clean. Her hips jerked and she made a low sound that went straight through me.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.