Erotic Storiss Novels & Stories

He shrugged and went back to reading his newspaper. “I heard you’re working for Donata now,” he said casually. “Stalker.” He grabbed my chin and pecked me on the lips. It was so intimate that it threw me off. It was one thing to kiss when we were having sex, but it was another to kiss me when we weren’t. “That pretty little mouth deserves to be filled with my cock.” “Emilio…” “Yes, tentatricina?” “Are you sleeping with other women? We have raw sex all the time.”

“Fuck!" I cried out as the man on top of me slammed into my asshole. I was at a club, partying hard until my best friend asked me to take her turn at a service room. She gave me the keys to the room and promised to pay me a thousand dollars if I served in her place as a stripper. Unable to resist the amount, I accepted the offer. Unknown to me, I would be stripping for a dangerous client named, Eric Russo. He ramped my insides ruthlessly. This was my first time being fuck my my own gender. Surprisingly, I liked it even though it came with a pleasurable pain.

I silently let the ruining material fall to my ankles and then I kicked it away, standing before him stark naked. He made quick work of his remaining clothes too and my breath caught in my throat. Professor Calix Eleftherios was very simply magnificent! The man was built like iron with washboard abs and tight, high nipples; his chest was smooth as a baby’s and his dick… oh his sumptuous dick… I didn’t realize I was already licking my lips in anticipation until I saw myself reach out a hand to caress his hard length. He dipped one hand into his drawer and whipped out an object; it was sealed in its pack and still obviously brand new.

The thin fabric of my bridesmaid dress clung to my skin, damp with sweat and the evidence of what we’d done. We didn’t speak until the door of the honeymoon villa clicked shut behind us. Then Torin turned, eyes dark and feral, and pushed me against the wall. This time there was no hesitation. His mouth crashed down on mine — rough, claiming, tongues sliding together in a desperate, filthy kiss. His hands shoved my dress up around my waist, fingers hooking into my ruined panties and ripping them down my legs. I stepped out of them, heart racing, already soaked again. He lifted me, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me to the large bed in the center of the room — the bed meant for

The kisses and caresses of Stavros put me on another level! He picked me up while I put my legs around his torso. His arousal was evident. He rubbed his penis on my thighs making me long for him. We kissed with passion while with his one hand he caressed my hips and slowly lifted my petticoat until he entirely took it off. Then he put me gently on the bed and started taking off his clothes. Αlthough a man who doesn't do manual labor, his body was magnificent as it was very fit and full of muscles.

Eryx returned the smile, "I am Eryx Silvester and this is Braylon Rhys. We're looking for someone named Stiles Vill. Have you heard of him?" Braylon looked at Eryx, who had a sweet smile on his lips, looking at the Barista, who was looking cute while smiling. That Barista had a native face and natural beauty a little bit of feminine. Braylon rolled his eyes, averting his gaze. The twinge of jealousy plastered on Braylon's face which was unnoticed by Eryx.

Quickly, Eric let go of my arm and glared at Adonis. When Adonis approached us, he stood beside me and circled his hand around my waist. I noticed how much taller he was than Eric, and when their eyes met, the air thickened with tension “Why Estelle? My wife?” Eric said, “Of all people.” “She’s not your wife anymore,” Adonis growled, as he moved closer to Eric, his prowess intimidating “And If you ever lay a finger on her, I’ll make sure you won’t have any.”

She couldn’t understand what he was saying but his motions and mannerisms seemed to imply he worshiped her. He motioned to his chest saying, “Gores. Gores.” He seemed to be telling her his name. She felt no fear of him as he stood up. He was a little taller than she was, muscular, with dark skin, and somewhat handsome features. And she was so aroused and so overwhelmed by his constant admiration that she took his hand and slipped it beneath her bikini top and onto her breast, moaning softly as he grasped it in his large hand. He knew exactly what to do as he knelt in front of her and kissed her nipples through the material then pulled it off her. Her nipples, already sensitive, stuck out as

It made me want to puke. What did you do when you just found out your boss was a werewolf? I had never come across a situation like this before. The ones I witnessed at the strip club was just human fights. Someone once said, “You can only fight the demons you know.” I froze my step after contemplating. "There is something else you should know." He said. "What?" "You are my Erasthai, Energia.” “What is an Erasthai?” I asked. “Erasthai is a term for a Lycan’s mate. They’re more than mates to each other. Every average Lycan wolf has an Erasthai out there. It’s usually the male who smells her first, then marks her.” He replied.

Every stroke dragged against that sweet spot inside me. “You lied to him to come here, didn’t you?” he asked, voice rough as he pounded harder. “Told your fiancé you had to work late so you could get fucked by a stranger again.” “Yes,” I gasped, the words pushing me closer to the edge. The taboo made everything hotter. “God, yes…” Richard released my wrists and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up. He slammed back in from behind, one hand fisting my hair, the other reaching around to rub my clit. The angle was brutal, delicious.