Erotic Stories Virgin Novelas e Histórias

I swallow the lump in my throat and turn my head to her, watching her amuse herself, while her eyes fall on some random man who might fall prey to her charms. “What are you talking about?!” I hiss at her, despite the obvious embarrassment that makes my face tint with a bright red. She turns to me, her bright blue eyes landing on my face, giving me an amused smile. “Maddy, my love.” She speaks with her lovely Russian accent and I feel cornered. “Being a virgin is not a necessary virtue. Better offer it by free will than have some old impotent man steal it by force.” her hand traveled over my stomach, under my breasts, in a suggestive way. “And I assure you, there are plenty here more than wil

I begged, terrified at the thought of losing my virginity to such a well-endowed man. He didn’t answer. He just kept walking, his cock growing ever closer to my virgin body. In a few steps, he reached the desk. Reaching out, he grabbed my waist and, with surprising strength, pulled me toward him. My legs fell over the edge of the desk. The boss pried them apart slowly, revealing the clean-shaven pussy that lay between. Terror deformed my traits as I watched the man bring the tip of his cock to the mouth of my slit. I thought of making a run for it, but I knew the twins would grab me before I could take two steps. The only way out of this was to let this repulsive man take my virginity and ho

She knew what was coming already and was ready for it. Aurelio gave her a questioning look asking for permission and he could see in her eyes that she wanted it. He leaned forward to her and slowly thrust in. Erica squeezed the bedspread in her hands immediately and he could feel her tear. And again Aurelio forge in and out slowly but to his surprise, he saw blood stain. “you a virgin??” he asked Erica totally taken aback “Yes…” she replied and folded her lips in already scared of the next word that would come out of his mouth.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Serene tried to yank free before shouting hysterically, "So what if I was? She's nothing! "We grew up together and were meant to be the perfect couple until she appeared out of nowhere and stole you! She's just a lowly Omega, and how could you feel sad because of her! Why can't I slap her? "She's just a bitch—" The crack of Alaric's slap rang out as he could no longer hold back from cutting her off mid-sentence. In an instant, dead silence fell over the cafe.

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

She hugged me warmly. “Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.” Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets. My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night. We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower. Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.

Sunlight poured through the immense floor-to-ceiling windows of Damien Blackwood’s penthouse master suite, illuminating the sprawling king-sized bed draped in the finest Egyptian cotton sheets. Elara Voss stirred slowly, her body heavy with a delicious exhaustion she had never known. Every muscle ached in the most intimate ways. Memories from the night before crashed over her like waves: the commanding press of Damien’s lips, the way his skilled tongue had coaxed her first shattering release, the burning stretch as he claimed her virginity with controlled power, and the raw sound of his groan as he emptied himself deep inside her.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

With a soft sigh, Eric rolled off me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close as if to steady both of us. We lay there quietly for a while, the room filled only with the sound of our breathing. Finally, I tilted my head up to look at him, my heart still racing. “I’m still a virgin, right?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, filled with worry. Eric laughed out loud, as if the tension had finally broken. “Yes, unfortunately, you are,” he replied, his grin wide and mischievous. “But trust me, I can’t wait for the day when you’re completely mine.”