Erotic Short Stores Novels & Stories

she breathed out. His eyes snapped up to meet hers. “Please what?” “Please don’t make me say it.” Her voice came out in a whisper. She was still as shy as the day she arrived. Maksim wasn’t having any of it. He leaned down until his mouth was directly above her clit. Then he looked up at her through his lashes. “You don’t get to be shy anymore, baby. Not with me. Not when I’ve seen all of this. Say it.”

He teased her clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub until her legs were shaking and she was seeing stars. Just as she was on the verge of orgasm, he stopped. He stood up, and she heard the sound of his zipper. "You're not going to come in here," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to wait. You're going to walk out of this store with my cum dripping down your thighs, and you're not going to come until I say you can."

He gasped in pleasure as I sucked. I felt hands on my anus as Shorter was at me again. He pulled my cheeks apart and his tongue laved my anus slit. He poked into my puckered hole making me groan. I needed filling…now. Getting up from my knees I straddled Erik. He didn’t touch me. I think he was giving me the chance to back out. I wasn’t going to. I’d made up my mind. I plunged my wetness down over him taking it all.

“His job? He’s supposed to pleasure you and make feel nothing, but pleasure until your body covers him with that warm bodily fluid your body releases once it’s spot has been stabbed, repeatedly.” Oh my god! His words were lethal to me. He pulled my shorts down a little bit and I shook my head at him. “Eric, no.” I whispered. “I don’t think I can take you.” Eric kissed my neck, forcing a moan from me. Oh my god, I thought. A human making me feel that good was not a normal one. Did he do that with the two he was just with? I was able to see why they wanted him. He was not just sexy; he had what girls wanted inside of them. The length, the girth and from the way he had me, I knew that was not g

He was truly enjoying himself, lost in a world of his own making. I watched in awe, mesmerized by the way his chest heaved, his muscles tightening and relaxing with every stroke. The sight was so erotic, so raw, that I could feel my own arousal spiking. My hand moved frantically between my legs, matching his rhythm, desperate to find release. He increased his speed again, his hand moving so fast it was a blur. The slap of his palm against his skin echoed in the room. He was getting close, I could tell by the way his breathing changed, becoming shallow and ragged. He was ready to explode.

I just answered him with a moan as his hands went to the sides of my waist to hold me still. My toes curled as I reached my orgasm. Gosh! That was fast. No wonder it's Ero that I am with. He licked his upper lip after consuming all that white substance that came out of me, and then he pulled down his board shorts, and to my surprise, I noticed he wasn't wearing any boxers. My Ero is really naughty, and he seems more than ready, huh? "Aren't you ready?" I asked him, and he chuckled, giving me a peck as he kicked his shorts off the bed.

“Eight seconds, Sexy. Naughty little girl.” With any other guy, I’d be relieved that they weren’t planning to hump me for eight seconds and then cum, only to roll off and fall asleep. But with Leonard? The orgasm building inside me is like a flood ready to burst, and holding it back is almost torture. He has barely had his hands on me for more than a few minutes and I’m already so desperate to cum I could scream--but that would mean I’d have to wait another eight seconds.

I think about my longest 'relationship', with my wife Julie (in the future I destroyed) and in all of our years together, I only ate her out like once. Wait. Do I even like pussy? Yes... right? Of course I do. Of course. "I could eat Dolly's pussy for hours. Or any pussy," Eros says, making me snap out of my thoughts. I don't like how dreamy he sounds right now, "Girls turn me on so much. Feminine girls, short skirts, boobs, I love it. Do you like big boobs? Like, huge? Over the top huge?" "No," I make a face, not liking the visual, "Not because I'm gay! Only because I like small boobs. I don't like them when they're... soft."

Eric moved his hand to the front of her body, opening the clasps holding her thigh-high stockings in place. “God, you look sexy,” Eric whispered in her ear, never taking his eyes from her body and his task in the mirror. Her blood was firing up, and she moved against Eric. Her breaths came in little gasps. “Are you going to still feel that way when I’m the size of a house?” Eric bit her ear playfully. “All the more to hold. I told you before that knowing my seed is growing inside you is the biggest turn on.” Pushing his erection against her buttocks to prove his point.

I tried to tell him as he lifted my skirt up, shifting my thong to one side. "Marcus could walk in at any..." The words died in my throat as his tip nudged at my entrance. I bit down hard on my lips, anticipating the moment he would slam into me. "Please." I begged, after seeing as he was taking his sweet time, coating his tip with my wetness. "Fuggggh!" I quickly closed my mouth as he slammed hard into me. My hand immediately gripped the edges of the counter for support, he pulled out, leaving just his tip in me before slamming right back.