Erotic Short Stores Novels & Stories

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.

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Way too f**king long. Eric pushed his curtain back, revealing his long cock. She watched him stroke himself for several minutes, his fingers wrapped around his flesh, drawing up and down its length with gentle, fast strokes. She strained her ears to hear the sounds of flesh on flesh and the excited hitch in his breath. She had the sudden urge to want to come with him. She opened her legs again and stroked her clit with the same rhythm he used. She decided watching the look on his face was almost as sexy as watching his hand slide over his cock, almost as sexy as thinking about it between her lips. She sucked on the fingers of her free hand, wanting him in her mouth, wondering what his cum wo

Erica’s face turned a deep shade of crimson as she nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief. “Oh, don’t be shy,” the doctor said, her voice light and reassuring. “It’s very normal. So many new hormones are kicking in, and you’re bound to feel this way. Also, until about six to eight months, it’s absolutely okay to be physically close with your partner. It will help you feel less vulnerable, and intimacy is a very important part of any marriage. So don’t worry!” Erica felt her embarrassment begin to fade, replaced by a sense of understanding. “Thank you, doctor.”

Oh, yeah... don’t stop. Keep that fist gripping your hard cock tight and stroke it up and down. Long and slow strokes, match them with the way I move my body. So slow and sexy, and so deliberately teasing... oh, yeah. Oh, my pussy’s on fire... oh, I’m going down on my knees and spreading out wide for you... keep your focus on my hot sopping pussy... eye’s front and down here, boy... yeah, and keep stroking that pole. Yeah, use both your hands, use your spit... make that beautiful muscle all soppy and shining... oh, let that delicious pre-cum ooze. Mix it with your spit and stroke your cock... yeah, up the pace a little, just a little... yeah, see how I’m stroking my pussy... long and easy st

Selene visibly shivered, watching Eric approach them, stopping a few feet away from them to pull off his shorts and shirt , folding them neatly and dropping them on a desk before walking up to them with only his plain white boxers. He pulled out his member and Selene’s eyes widened at the size that wasn't even fully erect, he looked to be packing a good 10 inches with a thick girth. He was neatly shaved which was surprising as Eric seemed as one who didn't care about shaving.

Ten minutes in, the vibrations increased. I gripped the edge of my desk, biting down hard on my lower lip. The plug pulsed in deep, rhythmic waves, pressing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside me. Pleasure rolled through my body in heavy waves. My thighs clenched together as I fought to keep my breathing steady. “Miss Parker,” he called suddenly, his voice perfectly calm. “Can you elaborate on how repression often intensifies desire?” I stood on shaky legs, my voice breathy. “Repression… creates a pressure that makes the eventual release feel… overwhelming. The longer one denies themselves, the more powerful the surrender becomes.”

I begged. He slid it in, slow soft strokes, like he was treating his little princess. He kept going, I held my swollen nipples, pressing hard on them. “Ha… Harder” I stuttered. He went in with heavier thrust slow and hard. His laps colliding with my cheeks, every stroke made me gasp, he wrapped his hand on my neck like he owned me, then tighten his hand, as he gave faster strokes. I felt his cock pushing my walls and rubbing my clit faster and harder. I raised my hips, making my pussy tighter, increasing the friction between his cock and my walls. His cock came out and I held it, shoved it back in me and he smiled “There, there my slut” he said.

“Marvin!” My climax triggers his. With a final, animalistic roar, he buries himself to the hilt and holds there. I feel the hot, pulsing jets of his cum flooding my depths, filling me up, marking me from the inside. The sensation is profoundly primal. He’s claiming me. Seeding me. Making me his.