Erotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

I couldn't get enough of his hard muscles, especially the one that kept sliding in and out of me. After a few seconds of kissing, Erick's thrusts changed from long, slow thrusts to short and fast. Now he was pounding away at my cunt as if it was the last pussy he'd ever get to fuck. Although, if I had my way, it certainly wouldn't be the last time he fucked me. The heat in my pussy was building until it felt as if I was going to explode. But before I had a chance to let my orgasm overtake me, the door to the bedroom burst open.

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

he murmured, fingers tightening as she sucked harder. Her hand stroked the base in time with each plunge, her throat taking him deeper until tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She gagged softly and pulled back, saliva slicking his shaft. The sounds were obscene, wet, messy, erotic. "Stop," he rasped suddenly, tugging gently. "I don't want to come in your mouth. Not yet." She gave one last teasing lick, letting his cock fall from her lips with a wet pop. He was flushed, glistening, twitching with need.

His thrusts were so hard and deep that they made my tits bounce, the sound of our flesh slapping filled the room and Just when I thought it couldn't get worse, his fingers toyed with my nipples, twisting and pinching them. His large hands came down as a hard slap and I bit the gag feeling myself getting wetter from the pain. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against my clit, switching the speed from fast to slow, teasing me mercilessly. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Maggie,” he growled, thrusting harder. “Begging a stranger for cock at a party. Now you’re getting exactly what you asked for. I’m going to fill this greedy pussy up. Breed you like the desperate whore you are.”

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

ARC 10: MOONFLOWER ON THE ALTAR WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content, omegaverse dynamics with alpha/omega knotting and breeding, public gangbang, intense dubcon/noncon elements, and pack breeding/claiming themes. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to dark, unrestrained erotic fiction ---- My name is Vespera Eric, and I have spent every one of my twenty-one years knowing exactly how this night would end.

Alexander pushed my thighs wide open and stepped between them, looking down at my exposed pussy like it was his property. “Tonight, I’m going to take my time with you,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m going to taste you, finger you, and edge you until you’re begging to cum. And you’re not allowed to cum until I say so.” He dropped to his knees in front of the island, pulled my ass to the edge, and buried his face between my thighs. The first long, slow lick across my clit made me moan loudly, my hands flying to his hair.

But he didn’t budge, didn’t move an inch Instead of pushing harder, my legs widened on their own, opening more, giving room for me to rock against him as he kept worshipping my breasts… tongue lapping circles around one nipple while his fingers pinched the other. I rocked harder, grinding my pussy along the thick ridge of his cock through his shorts… I only just realized he was putting on a short. A rush of warmth shot through my entire body. My legs clamped around his hips instinctively, heels digging into the back of his thighs. I imagined his length inside me, stretching me, filling me deep. I rocked relentlessly, chasing that friction and moaning softly

Jess I screamed on top of my voice. The long, slim shape sank deeper than the thicker objects before it. The cool glass forced its way into my heat, the length of it reaching places the rolling pin and cucumber hadn’t. Derek immediately started fucking my wet swollen hard with the long bottle, driving the smooth glass in and out of my soaked cunt with deep, brutal strokes. “Ahhh—fuck! It’s so long… it’s going so deep… Derek… ahh!” I cried out, with my back arching sharply off the marble.

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.