Erotic Science Fiction Novels & Stories

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

And I'll gladly aid you in getting a magnificent orgasm. Magnificent orgasm stood out for me. It had me salivating for more. Hell, this Ryder could be a ghost for all I care! Had I ever thought of that? Instead I was consumed by how he intended to aid me in the erotic act. What if he was a gnome, or worst a one-eyed monster? I scoffed to myself. I should do well to stop reading all those horror fantasy books, they never do well to help me in my everyday life afterall. I ordered for a full mirror and it arrived later the following day which was a weekend. Placing it at the edge of the bedroom, positioned in a way that if one were to walk in, the first thing they noticed was the mirror.

He led her inside, and the scene hit her like a physical blow. The air was thick with the musky scent of sex and sweat. In the open living room, bodies were tangled together on every surface—on couches, on the floor, against the wall. A moan echoed, then a gasp of pleasure, then a low, masculine laugh. It was an orgy in full, glorious swing. Victor turned to her, his eyes burning with possessive fire.

He lowers himself, covering me completely. His body is hot, heavy, solid, his skin slick with sweat, the musky scent of him filling my nose in a way that makes me feel small and safe and utterly claimed all at once. The blunt head of his cock, bare now, no latex and nudges my soaked entrance. The air is thick with the scent of our arousal, musky and intoxicating. I'm so wet I can hear the slick sound when he presses forward, just enough to part me.

The scent of him—cologne, paper, faint arousal—filled the space. His zipper rasped quietly. “Take me out.” Her hands trembled as she freed him—already hard, thick, curving up against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the base, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precome from the tip. He exhaled slowly above her, pen scratching across a paper as he began grading. “No rushing,” he murmured. “You’re going to warm my cock with that pretty mouth for the next two hours. Slow. Worship it. And if anyone knocks… you don’t stop.”

I grunted, my pecs straining, my abs solid as the little girl rode me like a cowgirl. And reader, she was fucking loving it. Teresa was now moaning in ecstasy, her head thrown back like a wild woman as she was fucked from below. Her hands reached up to roll her nipples, pulling and tugging at that sensitive flesh as my dick violated her, the obscene sight of my massive pole disappearing again and again into that tiny cunny driving me over the edge.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

Anything boring and un-sexy. Eventually, exhausted, I fall into an uneasy sleep. I wake up just after dawn, hard as stone and covered in sweat from dreams I don’t want to remember. Dreams of Maya. Under me. Around me. Crying my name while I… Enough. I need a shower. A cold one. I grab my clothes and toiletries and head across the hall to Maya’s bathroom. The moment I open the door, her scent hits me like a physical blow. Vanilla. Jasmine. And underneath it, something else. Something that makes my wolf lunge against my control.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

But when Derek began moving in and out, humping slowly but firmly, the slick and elastic tissues of her vagina started to accommodate the humongous invader, making room for it and enveloping it warmly with its love juices. A pleasant impression caused by the friction of his dick going ruthlessly inside her erogenous zone began building up and kept growing from Mila's pussy. "That's feels good... mmmmmm....yes...sooooo good," Mila crooned, as the delicious sensations grew. Their fingers fondled their bodies and their groins were joined at the hip.