Erotic Stiry Novels & Stories

He bucked his hips into my hand. "You like that?" he growled. "Like feeling how hard you make my cock?" "Yes," I said, squeezing him tighter. "I want it now." He yanked my dress up to my waist fast. My black lace panties were dark and wet. His fingers hooked the edge and slid under. He found my swollen clit and rubbed slow circles. "So wet," he said, voice thick. "Your pussy is dripping for a stranger. Begging for my cock already." I whimpered and my head fell back against the door with a thud. "Don't stop... please."

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

Sweat dripped from the woman; hot beads, the product of her efforts, fell on his torso. He could smell the sweet scent of her. A delicious fragrance that meshed well with her perfume. It was part of what Terrence liked about her. It made his dick hard and his mouth water. She rode him hard, tits bouncing in time with the motion. He could hear her flesh slapping into his. In a fog of passion he grabbed her roughly, flipping their position so she was underneath. With lustful eyes he lapped up the sight of her flesh as it glistened, an erotic vision under the red glow of the tinted lamp.

With a predatory grin, she dove between Stacy's spread thighs, burying her face in the other woman's messy pussy. Her tongue lapped at Stacy's swollen folds, eagerly scooping up the tangy essence of our lovemaking. Stacy cried out, her hips bucking against Mira's face as the other woman's talented mouth worked her over. Mira's fingers joined the fray, plunging deep into Stacy's sopping cunt while her tongue swirled around her clit.

Unable to hold back any longer, my orgasm bursts forward coating Erebus’s mouth and chin in my arousal. Propping himself up on his elbow, Erebus wipes his mouth and chin with his hand and gives me a grin. “You taste like heaven,” he says as I lay panting underneath him. Pushing myself up I grab his shoulders and direct his back to the bed. I can feel my eyes glowing with lust as I loop my fingers around the waist band of his boxers and slowly pull them from his body. His erection springs to life in front of my face and I can’t help but offer an evil grin as I take it in my hands and slowly stroke him up and down. Laying back with his hands behind his head Erebus purrs lightly as I contin

“This pussy belongs to me-“ he growls “-not Eric , not anybody else, Mine!” He slaps my clit continuously, his dick taming into my insides at the same time. I’m going to cum” I cried out eyes rolling to the back of my head His thumb picks up pace, his dick dragging against my front walls “yess baby, cum on this dick, cum on my cock like a good girl” . I came hard, harder than all the other times , my whole body shaking as my pussy clamped down on him hard.

Her other hand traced the contours of his muscles, exploring the hardness beneath his skin, and yet, each touch ignited a spark of desire within her. She fought against the rising bile in her throat, a sour taste flooding her mouth as her body reacted. Saliva surged, pooling in her mouth to the overwhelming sensation. Deep within her, a wellspring of desire surged, intensifying the thrill coursing through her veins. "Fuck, Erin!" Orion cursed. The throb in Erin's chest surged as her tongue tenderly traced his rugged skin, and her delicious lips grazed along his length. Erin had never envisioned herself partaking in such an act.

Eric growled and suddenly grabbed me by the back of my head. He crushed his lips to mine and when I let go off his cock, he swiftly brought my hand to it again. He kissed me brutally, his tongue invading my mouth and his hands all over me. I bit his lip spitefully and gripped his cock tighter. Eric groaned and clawed at my thighs, digging his fingers in. I was now stroking his rod with the same intensity as he was kissing me and frantically exploring every bit of my body like he was desperately searching for something.

And in this case, Jed was eating it up. “Let ‘er drip,” he rumbled, stroking the little girl’s back, running big hands up and down that smooth, glowing skin. “Let ‘er drip, let’s see what she’s got.” Vicky strained for a moment, pulling her ass cheeks even wider as her abs pulsed a bit, eyes squeezed shut as she concentrated. And then it was there. A huge glob of white, virile semen dropped out of her butt and landed squarely on Jed’s glans, sliding down that purple helmet and then down his thick rod, coating the iron with another sticky stream of white.

I take my hand back to my sex, this time putting the tip of my finger inside, wiggling it, making a noise, then I put another finger in, twist it around and catch a lot of the liquid, as I feel it drip down my hand. Strïth is quiet, anxious, and waiting, but I can see how this affects him and in a good way. Then, after I've managed to get my fingers nice and wet, I hold out my hand. Strïth bends down and starts licking my fingers. The wet, warm touch of his tongue makes me moan with pleasure.