Erotic Short Stoties Novels & Stories

Kai’s own board shorts tented obscenely, the thick outline of his erection pressing against Jake’s thigh. Kai shoved his shorts down just enough to free his cock. It was big — thick and heavy, with a slight upward curve and a fat, leaking head. Veins bulged along the shaft, and his balls hung low and full, covered in dark hair. He rubbed the hot length against Jake’s bare cock, sliding them together in a slow, nasty frot, spreading their mixed precum everywhere. “Feel that?” Kai growled, hips rolling so their cocks rubbed slick and hot. “That’s what you do to me. Gonna make you take every inch soon, but first I want to play with this pretty dick and that tight hole.”

“This is too good to be true. Now, put your right hand on the underside of your cock and slowly stroke up and down that rock hard length. Yeah, like that. Slow and easy, long and lazy strokes... see how that cock is responding to that touch; it’s getting harder and bigger. Oh, god... it’s going to be so great riding that... monster. But not now... now you’re going to jerk yourself off while you think of fucking me. Yeah, wrap those thick strong fingers around that rock hard girth and stroke up and down the shaft length. Umm... place your left hand under those huge smooth balls and roll them in your fingers softly as you stroke your shaft with your right. How does that feel, Tory...

Shirtless, with only a pair of gray shorts clinging to his hips, he looked like temptation carved from stone. Vivian’s breath caught. Her eyes betrayed her, drinking in the V-line that disappeared into his shorts, the sculpted muscles of his chest, the strength in his arms. “Stop eye-fucking me and do it for real,” Erick teased, before claiming her mouth in a hot, quick kiss. Vivian smacked his chest with her handbag, cheeks flushing. “I wasn’t looking. And don’t you dare try to distract me, young man.” Erick only chuckled, slipping his hands around her waist and pulling her close. “Then what’s got my lady all worked up?” He arched a brow, playful and wicked.

“Just a little more. Please, baby.” “I… I can’t… you’re too big!” “You can take me. Just a few inches. Do you want me to stop?” “No,” she whined. “Keep going....just not all the way.” He nodded, reached under her, and rubbed her clit. Her breath shook, her body relaxing enough for him to slide in deeper. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned. “Ready?” "Uhmmm…” she hummed, bracing as he began to move, slow strokes in her ass.

I moaned, my hips bucking against her mouth. She flicked her tongue against me, making me squirm. It was like heaven and earth found ways to torture me. She slipped two fingers inside me, curling them upwards. I cried out, my body convulsing. She sucked my clit into her mouth, her fingers moving in and out of me. "Fuck, Stacy, fuck. Don't stop, please fucking hell do not stop!" I begged, my hands tangled in her hair. She looked up at me, her lips glistening with my juices. "You taste amazing." She climbed up my body, her mouth finding mine again. I could taste myself on her lips, a strange but exciting sensation. Reaching reached into her nightstand, pulling out a vibrator.

Jerome’s cock was about ten inches, it stood upright, rising from a clean shaven crotch and with a large, pink mushroom-like head. Precum had formed a large shiny pearl over the wide one-eye slit and the sight of it made her mouth water. Eddie’s dick was shorter, about eight inches, but thicker and darker, resembling an over stuffed sausage with its oversized hood. Precum from his uncut cock was dribbling freely down the thick shaft and she couldn’t wait to wrap her fingers around it.

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

I bit my lip to keep quiet. “On your knees,” he said. I dropped. Tile was cold and unforgiving against my kneecaps. He stepped forward. Pulled the waistband of his shorts down just enough. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, the head already glossy with pre-cum. He fisted the base and slapped it against my cheek—once, twice—leaving wet streaks. “Open.” I did.

Carson grunted, gripping my ass. "Stop teasing me if you don't want me to bend you over this counter—" I didn't allow him to finish his statement before I ground my hips more and also sucked his nipples. I wanted to test all his limits—to see how long he could hold on. "Fuck!" He yanked my head up, and within a second, he discarded the robe from my body, revealing my bra and panties. I saw his Adam's apple wobble up and down when he took in the sight of my body. "Your nipples are so ready for me," he murmured.