Erotica Free Reads Novels & Stories

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.”

A pair of hands ran up each of my legs as Anna and Lucy worked together. The sensation of being touched but being unable to see was amazing. Every touch was sublime; their fingers gently caressed my legs, and my whole body tingled with excitement. I squirmed, wriggled, and giggled with glee as their hands tickled my sensitive spots. Four hands were all over my body; I bit my lip and gasped with pleasure. Every piece of skin was being touched—the back of my knees and the curves of my armpits; no spot was overlooked. Joining the four hands were two pairs of lips as I felt my tummy being kissed. I squealed as my nipples were gently sucked. I writhed in ecstasy, being held in place by the cuffs

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

I spent hours alone reading my books, with the image of Jack’s cock print on his shorts constantly flashing before my eyes. I distracted myself, moving everywhere reading different topics. But it never stopped flashing before my eyes. I was reading, and I started feeling my pussy throbbing, soaking my panties. My nipples felt hard and aching. I went to take a shower to relieve myself of those thoughts. In the bathroom, I stood before the mirror, and saw Jack behind me. His hand wrapped around my neck and his other hand fondling my tits. I turned on the tap and poured water onto my face, ending all lustful hallucinations.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Alex groaned one last time, pumping Amanda full of his cum in her ass, cum leaking out around his shaft. We collapsed tangled, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I looked out the window admiring the hill view which twinkled with distant party lights, but here, it was spent with perfect bliss.

Grabbing my pen, I start to scribble on my diary again. "He looked at me! He fucking looked at me and I am so wet already! Gosh! I just want him to dig his fingers into my pussy and finger fuck me to tears. I don't care that he's a shady man with a mysterious life, I just want to be fucked by him! Imagine what it would feel like to be naked under him, and to have those lips around my nipples, and then have his fingers stroking my clit until I can't breathe anymore." I don't realize that I am squeezing my thighs together as my scribbling turns into vivid images in my head.