Erotica For Eomen Novels & Stories

One hand gripped my hip while the other reached to rub my oversensitive clit again. I was moaning shamelessly now, pushing back to meet every powerful stroke. “Pastor… it’s too much… I’m going to cum again…” “Good girl,” he growled. “Cum while I breed you. Take every drop like the perfect slut you are.” The words sent me over the edge for the third time. My pussy spasmed violently around his thrusting cock, squeezing and fluttering as intense pleasure ripped through my body. Elias thrust deep one final time and came with a low, deep groan. Heavy ropes of cum flooded my womb again, pulsing warmly as he emptied himself completely.

The risk of getting caught, the hatred burning in my chest, and the devastating pleasure between my legs mixed into something twisted and addictive. My hips bucked against his face shamelessly. I bit down harder on my shirt to muffle the desperate, whimpering moans spilling out of me. Roman growled, doubling his efforts. He added a third finger, stretching me wide, his tongue lashing my clit in fast, relentless strokes. “Cum for me, Chloe. Cum on the tongue of this guy you hate so much.” I shattered. The orgasm crashed over me violently. My pussy clenched hard around his fingers, juices flooding his mouth as I came with a muffled scream into my shirt.

It felt like the sky itself was fucking her along with his mouth. She came again, harder this time, thighs clamped around his head. Damien rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He reached into a hidden drawer beside the bed and pulled out a sleek black toy—vibrating egg, curved just right. He switched it on, the low hum filling the small space. “Ever used one at altitude?” he asked, pressing it against her swollen clit. “Fuck you,” she laughed breathlessly. “That’s the plan.”

Oh dear sweet goddess of sex and lust, at last, at last I was fucking my glorious, sexy, gorgeous mother. Anna began a series of cycles to squeeze my cock back to full hardness, the combination of the ED drugs and her erotic body, those magnificent breasts hanging above me and threatening to smother me, water rivulets dripping over her Gio nylon thighs, this wildly erotic vision pushed me harder and harder and harder. She slid her hips from front to back, dragging her clit along my skin on the backstroke, up and forward, slamming down again, slithering her clit back and forth over me, again and again and again.

It was Damian’s warm and large hands grabbing my breasts and kneading them, rubbing and pinching them. It was Elias’ moan, loud and raspy; it was the look of ecstasy on his face as I stroked him from base to tip. He was dripping so much that I didn't even need to wet my hands: he did that himself from the amount of precum leaking out from him. It was this moment, my men in the same room with me, my heat and their rut in the air. It was this magical moment right here.

“No. That would be fine. A little weird, but fine.” “Why is it weird?” I narrowed her eyes. “Have you taught other women how to use vibrators?” “Of course.” “Oh.” A little taken aback by this matter-of-fact answer, I concluded, “I guess it’s not that weird after all.” Oyin smiled and reached into his case, pulling out a DVD. “This was the best I could find if we want to start with erotica again this evening. Well-made, female-oriented erotic movies are few and far between. This is a series of short films, so each is just a half hour. That would leave us more time, which might be smart if we want to practice with the vibrator before we move on to intercourse.”’

She cried out, her body arching. Marek turned away, his hands covering his ears. "Esme, I'm sorry. I can't watch," he said, his voice muffled. I looked at him cold, my fingers pumping fast. "Watch, Marek. See her come for me," I said, thrusting deep. Esme's breaths came fast, her walls clenching. I pinched her clit again , rubbing it intensely and she shattered, moaning loud, her orgasm hitting hard, her walls pulsing around my fingers.

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent, Breeding, Public/Car Sex, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolding), Primal Play, Overstimulation, Graphic Sexual Content. I didn't wait long. By noon, I was at her apartment door, my knuckles rapping a steady, "concerned" rhythm against the wood. My inner beast was pacing, his claws scratching at the back of my ribs. The scent coming from under the door was intoxicating-it was the smell of a female in peak estrus, a pheromonal explosion triggered by the supernatural seed I'd pumped into her hours ago.

My cock was already hardening again—traitorous, insatiable. I wrapped my hand around it. Closed my eyes. And let myself picture Elias one more time—on his knees, pretty and wrecked and mine. Just for tonight. Just one more time.

Light blue eyes, long lashes, pink, plump lips, fresh baby skin with innocence corresponding with her personality. "Phew, boss. You've been staring at Frema for minutes now. You want my hands off?" Liam said, his smile half-hearted. "Yes." I stated, matter-of-factly. "She's not good for you. Look somewhere else." "I like her a lot, Eron. What do you mean she's not good for me?" "I can set up a night of wild sex for the both of you, just so you could get your mind off her. That's what they're good for. I promise you she won't turn my offer down, I'm going to give her—"