Erotic Stories Short Novels & Stories

“Hate me all you want, little doll. It makes your pu**y taste sweeter.” He pulled me tighter against him. I could feel him pressing hard against me through his pants. My breath came faster. “Dante… this is wrong,” I whispered. “Wrong feels good, doesn’t it?” He turned my face to his and kissed me roughly. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, demanding. I tried to pull back but he held my jaw and deepened the kiss until I was moaning into his mouth. When he broke the kiss, I was panting. He stood up, lifting me easily, and carried me to the wide leather couch. He laid me down and knelt between my legs, pushing the red dress up to my waist. “Look at these pretty p**nties,”

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.

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His fingers slipped under the slit of my gown and teased my swollen clit while people laughed and chatted only a few feet away. Anyone could turn their head and see us. The thoughts should have horrified me, so why was I getting wetter? I buried my face in his chest, biting down on his jacket to stay quiet as the vibrations and his skilled fingers pushed me right to the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered and turned it off. He did it two more times; in a dimly lit hallway and once while we were dancing. Each time I got closer and wetter. My nipples were painfully hard against my dress and I was dripping down my thighs.

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The touch sends a jolt straight to my core, and I can feel my nipples tightening, aching for more. His mouth finds my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing my skin as he whispers, “You liked watching me fuck them, didn’t you? Seeing how they screamed for my cock?” The dirty talk makes my pussy throb, a wet heat pooling between my thighs. I arch into him, my breath hitching as his hand slides lower, cupping my ass through the cotton of my shorts. He squeezes hard, his fingers digging in, and I gasp, the sensation sharp and delicious.

My cock was already throbbing violently against the waistband of my shorts, hardening more with every second. Anita rolled over immediately, wrapping her arms around my torso and pressing her chest firmly against my side. She rested her head on my chest, rubbing her hand soothingly over my stomach. "I can't sleep, Kayzer," she whispered into the dark room, her breath fanning over my neck. My entire body went rigid. I stared up at the dark ceiling, my pulse racing as her soft curves pressed directly against me. My erection was aching so hard it was almost painful, and my hands twitched at my sides as a reckless thought flashed through my brain. If I just asked her right now... if I told her h

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.

“Lexi… fuck… your pussy looks so good… I want to fuck that pussy hard with my massive cock, I want you to scream my name and take my cock deeper into that p**n pussy of yours… take my cock, little sis…” Then I bit my lip hard, I was just trying to stay quiet as possible as I can, but the sight of him jerking off to my own sex scenes was too much for me to take now. Then I added a fourth finger into my wet pussy, I was stretching myself wide as I fucked my hand faster. My other hand squeezed my breast roughly, pinching my hard nipple. Juices ran down my wrist and straight onto the carpet. Derek’s strokes grew even more desperate. His hand was a blur on his thick, veined cock. Pre-cum flew fro

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