Erotica Excerpts Novels & Stories

“My secretary. My ex-wife. My perfect little sluts.” Jessica and Claire watched him, lips parted, hands lazily touching each other’s bodies as they waited. With a deep, guttural groan, Charlie’s orgasm hit. Thick, powerful ropes of cum erupted from his cock, raining down on them. He painted Jessica’s full breasts and face first, then shifted to cover Claire’s tits and open mouth. Stream after stream of hot cum splashed across their bodies...on their stomachs, necks, cheeks, and tongues. Both women moaned softly, arching slightly to receive every drop as he emptied his balls completely over them.

Martin moved her hand away from him and hiked up her skirt. He caressed her bare thighs all the way up and slid his hand into her underwear to feel her, causing her to inhale sharply. She rested her head on his shoulder as he started getting her off with his hand. "O... God," she let out a muffled moan, grasping his shoulder for support. The sudden sensation ignited all the cells in her body, and unimaginable pleasure coursed through her veins. He knew how to do things right because her mind blanked out, allowing herself to enjoy the work of his magical hands.

“Such perfect fucking tits. Been dreaming about these for years.” Lucas moved in front, dropping to his knees. He spread my thighs wider, replacing Jax’s fingers with his tongue. He licked long and slow from my entrance up to my clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly while Victor kept devouring my mouth and Jax ground against my ass, his fingers now teasing my tight little hole. I was shaking, moaning, completely surrounded by them. Four sets of hands, four hungry mouths, cocks hard and straining against their pants. My mind spun, this was wrong, so fucking wrong — but my body was on fire, pussy dripping down my thighs as they worked me over.

I kept going, voice shaky and soft, reading every filthy line about spread legs and aching cunts and hard cocks while his hand stayed heavy on my head, occasionally tightening when I faltered. My panties were ruined, stuck to my swollen lips, every shift of my knees making the wet fabric drag across my sensitive clit. When the session finally wound down I was panting, my face flushed, and my thighs slick with my own juices. Kane slid the thick volume of Victorian erotica across the desk toward me, his hand still resting possessively on my hair for one last moment before he pulled away. “Memorize the first chapter,” he said, voice rougher now. “Next time you’ll recite it perfectly… Don’t be

“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."

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

I gave her a small nod, my cock already stirring in my pants. She stood up, slowly stripped off her elegant black dress, bra, and panties. Her body was gorgeous, full breasts, soft curves, smooth shaved pussy already glistening. She lay down on the thick rug in the center of the living room, legs slightly parted. Camila, a stunning Latina with long dark hair and dangerous curves, knelt between Susan’s thighs. She started slowly, running her hands up Susan’s legs, teasing her inner thighs, then gently spreading her pussy lips with two fingers.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversensitive clit. “Come again,” he growled. “I want to feel you milk me.” She did—sobbing into the sheets, squirting hard around him. Only then did he let go—pulling out to paint hot stripes across her ass and back while Jade watched with hooded eyes, fingers lazily circling her own clit. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweat-slick and breathless. After a moment, Jade kissed Lila softly, tasting herself on her lips.

Once she felt her body quivering from the weirdly intoxicating pleasure, something from the inside came out, and she saw the man lick his bottom lip. "Amor," the man called out in a husky voice before he unzipped his pants. She, on the other hand, stretched her arms into the thin air, inviting him to devour her completely. In one instance, the man kissed her lips, his tongue intertwining with hers while his rod stuck inside hers. The two of them were colliding with one another, the smell of erotica engulfing the four corners of the room, followed by the sound of their flesh kissing from below.