Erotic Sex Novels & Stories

Then they come to us for more. Eddie, we spent the afternoon in that office, naked, fucking each other. This was not love, Eddie, it was sex. Raw, uninhibited - wrong word - raw, dirty, animal fucking. Nothing forbidden. The object is to fuck, to come. To invade my cunt, to thrust into my ass, to explode inside me. And for me, to bare my body, spread myself, my cunt or my ass or my mouth to reach for cock, cunt or mouth or hand and take it into me. I loved it, exulted in it, came repeatedly, wanted more, was devastated when it was over. Over only because we were all exhausted.

Eron only broke away to continue kissing her neck, focusing on a spot above her collarbone and getting hard when she moaned from the pleasure. "Eron, please." Frema begged and he thought he knew what she was begging for until she placed her hand on his dick, squeezing not-so-gently. "I want to suck your dick, papi." She begged, her eyes in small slits. Eron concluded that she was the sexiest sight he had ever laid his eyes on, at that moment. She did not wait for his response before releasing his dick from the clapse of his shorts. Her warm mouth was on it in seconds and Eron closed the pillows against his ears in sheer appreciation of how magical this woman's blowjobs were.

The feeling was so overwhelming and insanely good for both of them. "Yes.... th.. there again Ja.. Jade. Hit me there ... again. Aarrggh... fuck it feels so good." Eric continued moaning whilst Jade pounded him hard like a beast. The scent of sex filled the room with the heavy breath of the two men, together with the wet sound of skin splashed against skin. "Baby... I think.... fuck I think I'm cumin baby. I'm going to ride you faster. Take it all.... fuck so good. Take all of my cum baby...." Jade groaned and true to his words, he really accelerates his pace.

He’s perfect. I’m not the most sexual person, at least I didn’t think I was, but Erik seems to bring something out of me no other man has ever done. Normally, I would try to focus on pleasing the man, but with him I find I’m just doing just the opposite, grinding him as I please. By the look on his face, he loves it. “Erik.” His fingers grip onto my hips as I ride him. I watch as his eyes close, his head tilts back.

Occasionally, the rhythm slowed, and as she massaged her clitoris with her thumb, her body shook as she brought herself to climax. As Lyla frigged herself, Eric imagined she was Crystal. If Crystal were here now, he would give her all of his love without reservation. The thought made his mouth go dry. He had had sex with women, but he had never engaged in foreplay, actively kissed a woman, or considered her needs. Now, though, when he thought about this woman as Crystal, he wanted to kiss her from head to toe. But Lyla wasn’t Crystal, and she was a poor substitute for her. Eric stood up suddenly and pointed to the door, “You can leave now,” he said. “This isn’t doing it for me.”

Sliding in and out, up and down, hips rolling in a squelching sound. He loves it. He loves it so much that he finds it hard to stop. Fight already left her body, and she’s giving it all to him. All of her. The hunger in his eyes shone, practically changing his appearance manically, turning into some kind of predatory. Her body shook, tension built up in his lower abdomen, and Nikolai felt his balls tightening for release. He also senses that Erin is reaching her peak. Her muscles around him clench, milking every drop of his seed out from his cock.

I wish last night could repeat over and over again because I had enjoyed myself immensely and my body got the attention that it needed. Eric was a selfish lover, whenever we had sex he would often have his climax before I did, then roll his sorry ass off me, then went right to sleep leaving me sexually frustrated. I would have to get off on my own using my fingers, and it was more enjoyable than when he did it and when we had sex. Since he wasn’t pleasing me the right way, and my fingers were doing a better job we had stopped having sex altogether.

They've had enough sex for this entire week. Ravine was on top of the tall man. He explores each inch of her skin with his touch. She mewls like a kitten when her erogenous zones were touched and played with. She responds by grinding her chest into the man's torso as her arms were around his neck. She liked his touch, she liked having sex with him. Sex was just a word. It held greater meaning to them. It was almost close to lovemaking, but a little more of an erotic touch to it. She giggles as he places his hands over her stomach. His slightly rough hands were tickling her soft skin below her shirt.

Not about anything else. Every time we had sex over the last few months, I was busy with which position would be the best to make a baby, I would stay in bed after we were done having sex, with my legs in the air. I would make sure Eros wasn’t showering too hot. It was too much. There was no romance left in those moments. It was almost a task. But this, this was pure pleasure and when Eros got on top of me and kissed me roughly, his tongue playing with mine, I was in heaven. He pushed himself inside me and my eyes rolled back in my head. This felt so good.

she gasped, her voice now weak, as her body became exhausted from the brutal pace. But Eros was relentless. His rhythm only grew harsher, each movement fueled by something dark and self-destructive. The sex wasn’t about her. It was never about her. It was about Adriana—about erasing her from his mind, even if it was only going to be for a fleeting moment.