Novel & Cerita Erotic Rough Sex

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

The desk creaked and groaned beneath us from the force. “Fuck, Harper… you feel so goddamn good,” he groaned loudly, his strong hands gripping my hips so tightly I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow. “Your pussy is gripping me like a vice, so hot and wet and perfect. Made just for my cock.” He gradually increased the pace, fucking me harder, deeper, more relentlessly. Each powerful thrust shoved me forward against the desk, my breasts rubbing and bouncing against the cool wood. The pleasure built again, sharper and more intense this time because he was being rougher, more dominant. His thick cock slammed repeatedly against that magical, sensitive spot deep inside me with devastating accuracy, se

His hands grabbed my breast and I was in totally ecstasy. After I climaxed, Cole kissed my lips and positioned his dick on my entrance. He thrust in me and lifted on of my leg so he can go deeper. I met his thrust with the same enthusiasm. I knew the desk was being moved with the intensity of us rocking the desk but we really didn't care. We both wanted this. The raw rough sex, we needed the release.

Almost immediately, his men begin filing out of the sitting room. He increases his pace so much that the sound of our skins against each other fills every corner of the room. Our moans intertwine as he fucks me raw and without mercy. I didn't even think I would ever enjoy rough sex. It always seemed less intimate to me but experiencing how Ivan's hand wraps around my neck occasionally - not intending to hurt at all, how he pinches my nipples when I least expect it and the way it seems like he's staring into my soul while he puts his fingers into my mouth, it has exposed me to another form of intimacy I never thought existed. I'm so into the love we're making that I'm just noticing my legs ar

When it came to having sex, he was rough. One night in his room, he barely said a word. He just pushed me against the wall, yanked my shorts down, and thrust into me hard from behind without any warning. “Ahh… Marcus!” I gasped, my hands pressing against the wall. He fucked me rough and fast, his hips slamming against my ass, his hand grabbing my hair and pulling them backwards. There was no teasing, no slow buildup, no foreplay, just raw, almost angry movements. “You like it like this, don’t you?” he growled, his voice low and cold.

The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the luxurious bedroom, mixed with Elias’s shameless, erotic moans that grew louder with every thrust. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” Elias groaned, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw pleasure. He pushed his ass back greedily to meet every powerful movement. “Harder… claim me… I love when you get so rough like this. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

Rosette hissed as he delved deeper, drawing her legs up. Satisfied with her response, he began to move his hips into her slowly and deeply. Each thrust elicited a grinding sensation, intensifying her arousal. Meeting his movements eagerly, she felt a mix of exquisite pain and pleasure with each forceful drive. The sexual frenzy escalated, heightening the intensity of their encounter.

he chuckled. “Please don’t fuck me, I can’t handle it. You’re too big,” I begged. “That’s why rough sex exists, step bro,” he said as he shoved his cock back down my throat. After face-fucking me roughly, he ordered, “Now bend over the edge of the bed.” I obeyed. He spread my cheeks, spit on my hole, and started fingering me hard, ignoring my cries. “Keep crying, Frank. That shit just makes me harder.”

With that said, he kisses me and strokes the contours of my mouth with his expert tongue. Suddenly he slams me in one of the shelves and literally rips my green camisole and groans when he finds me bare underneath. His mouth captures one of my breasts and I twist my hands on his black thick locks of hair. “You are so good at this…” I bite my lip as he nips at my collarbone. In one swift movement, he pulls me away from the shelf, lifts me, and tosses me on top of the brown center table. The pain I feel when I land on the wooden table feels welcome to my body and heightens my arousal because the truth is, I enjoyed rough sex.

I screamed and at the same time, he thrusted himself completely in my folds, he filled me, stretching my walls to maximum. "Fuck! You're so tight even after so many times of wild sex." He cursed and begun to pound madly, not giving us a moment to breathe. His strokes were quick and harsh. "Please faster, husband. Oh, I want you to be rough in the start and gentle when we cum." I cried as the waves of pleasure hit me. Our bodies were rocking and bouncing. The slapping of our wet skins resonated like an erotic music in the silenced room. "Yes, just like this, play with your naughty cunt and help us to cum. We have to make this fast, baby girl." He talked dirty as he grabbed my neck. The lack o