Erotic Storiss Novels & Stories

**************************************************************************** EROTIC SCENE ALERT **************************************************************************** We hugged each other tightly, I could feel his arms around my body, we were lost in that kiss and my mind was not thinking about anything else but him, he started caressing me, his hand embraced one of my breasts and slowly bit it, then the other one, I could feel his tongue going over each one of my nipples leaving small kisses of passion, he placed his hand behind my waist to pull me closer to him, so I could feel his excited cock at the entrance of my pussy. The kiss became hotter, I could feel the passion taking over

He was making it seem like this was the professional test it's supposed to be, instead of the violation it was. The coil tightened, and her thighs trembled against the cold metal. She was climbing toward something terrifying. “Please,” she whispered, not knowing what she was asking for. “Almost there,” he said, as if measuring a specimen. His thumb pressed down hard on her clit, and his fingers crooked sharply inside her.

I gasped, the stretch delicious and overwhelming. He filled me completely, bottoming out with a low groan. “Good girl.” His hips rolled, deep and deliberate. “Again. Louder.” I repeated it, voice breaking on every word as he fucked me against the window steady, punishing strokes that made my nipples harden against the glass and my breath fog the surface. Anyone with binoculars in the building across the street might see my silhouette, dress bunched at my waist, getting railed by a man who was supposed to be marrying someone else.

I growled into her mouth, my grip on her waist tightening until I knew I would leave bruises. I broke the kiss for a second, both of us gasping for air in the heavy silence of the office. Her lips were swollen and red, her eyes glazed with a look of pure, unadulterated want. I realized then that I wasn't the only one who had been haunted by this moment. "Is this the 'truth of the human body under stress' you were talking about in class, Pearl?" I whispered against her skin, my teeth grazing the sensitive shell of her ear.

She heard the quiet sound of his zipper. “Jax—” she started, but her words cut off when she felt the thick, hot head of his cock nudge against her entrance. “Shh,” he whispered against her ear. “Just feel it.” He pushed forward. The fat head of his 9-inch cock stretched her open, sliding in raw and deep in one smooth thrust. Lisa’s mouth fell open in a silent moan as he filled her completely, her juices coating every thick inch. “Fuck… so tight,” Jax growled quietly, starting to move with short, powerful strokes. The elevator was packed enough that no one could see what was happening below waist level, but the risk made everything hotter.

I know the shocked look on her face is not about the spanking bench or the suspender frames or the array of bdsm tools that line up the table at the corner of the room. It's the wide array of erotic portraits on the walls, drawn by the one and only erotic artist in the underworld, Silas Moretti, who’s a non-aligned informant to mafia clans. Silas trades the secrets of most clans, and he makes a shit ton of money from it. Each of these erotic portraits costs over fifty thousand dollars, and I’ve about a hundred of them lining the walls. I got these portraits not because they’re so beautiful but because they’re an illustration of our deepest fantasies. The ones people don’t dare voice out in p

The water touched our legs, I flipped her over, made her lie down on the sand, while I kissed her and plunged inside of her. “Fuck.” I said with a low guttural sound. I went in faster, and then slowed when I knew that she was close. I went deeper, and then slowly, she gripped my back tightly, her legs stretched and tangled around mine. She made soft pained whimpers behind my ears. “I want to mark you, Eris.” “She would know I had got a mark, not now Ocean.” I kissed her neck and held her before I pulled her, and she had her orgasm.

Only until we're walking inside the hot wing spot because of course I was right and we lost our reservation at the fancy restaurant Birdie wanted to go to. "So, this girl for example," Eros continues and shows me the most grotesque woman I've ever seen, with huge boobs and the biggest hips ever. I immediately make a disgusted face, "You're gay." "No! Who the fuck likes that?" "I do," he responds and holds onto his phone protectively, "It's my favorite p**n star." "Gross," I let out, so Eros shows me another girl. Not my type either, "Give me that shit, I'll show you what I like."