Erotica Mfm Novels & Stories

“Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.” Baby. The word prompted Jeremy to swirl his tongue around the thick veins enclosed in the walls of his warm mouth, then he started to move his head, slipping the cock in and out in a slow, steady movement that eventually built up to an intense rhythm. Marcus grabbed the back of his head tighter, ramming his cock into his mouth. Jeremy enjoyed every bit of the pain and pleasure that washed through his body, his cock growing thicker and thicker he knew he would explode soon. A release was imminent. Closely so.

I know I mustn't. But... but the heat between my legs… I can't ignore it. If I don't do something about it, I might actually go crazy. For real. I pressed my eyes shut. I'm so sorry, Felix. I let out a shaky exhale, turned slowly, and walked over to him. He cocked his head a bit to the side, taking another drag, then he blew the smoke to my face, smirking. “That's my girl. Now, take your clothes off and join me in the tub.”

My thighs trembled again; fists clenched harder, knuckles white against the black sheets. “Fuck,” I breathed. Damon chuckled against my ear. “That’s level one.” Ethan clicked again. The buzz intensified—deeper, faster. Pleasure spiked sharp; my cock leaked steadily onto my stomach. I moaned louder, hips rocking back against nothing. Malik leaned down, kissed me slowly, filthy, tongue sliding in time with the vibration. His hand wrapped around my cock, stroked once—firm, twisting. I bucked into his fist, moaning into his mouth.

Juices ran down her inner thighs in shiny trails. She sat back down on the chair, legs spread wide again. This time she used three fingers, stretching herself open. The wet sounds were louder now. She watched Malik through the cracked window. He had moved closer to the fence between their yards. His tank top was dark with sweat, clinging to his powerful chest. Mira rubbed her clit faster. Her heavy breasts bounced as her hand moved. She pinched her nipple hard and moaned his name again. “Malik… I want your cock… please…”

Layla was still talking, back to us, rummaging through the fridge like she was hunting treasure. My fingers curled slightly, stroking the skin under Sara's shorts. She shifted in her seat. Just a little. I pressed my thumb gently into her thigh. Her breath caught. She reached for her glass of water, hand trembling faintly as she lifted it to her lips. Control, baby. I slid my hand higher—close enough to feel the heat of her. Close enough to remind her exactly where I'd been last night. And what I could do again in less than a minute if we were alone.

“I’m not complaining, but didn’t you…?” “Ah,” he was panting to, his body undulating muscle beneath her as he continued to thrust almost lazily, and his eyes heavy lidded. “One… ah… advantage to mating in Mer form, Mia Persuma Inillium, is the multiple orgasms and longevity of the… Ah,” his eyes closed as he came again. “So good,” he whispered his eyes glowing as he opened and met hers. “It is so good with you, my Lyric.”

With Lena sitting on my face once more for another round. Tara positions herself on my chest to swirl her fingers around my nipples teasingly. Mia's pussy clenches around me as she slams down repeatedly until her juices squirt out messily. I thrust up into her without her permission, earning me a slap on my thigh from Tara who calls me a bad boy for breaking the rules. Lena grinds to her own orgasm on my tongue, shaking violently as she floods my mouth. Mia speeds up her riding, moaning. “That…feels good. I want your cum inside me.”

My muscles are taut as I try not to get my cock into her pussy like I want to. Layla rubs her tits against my face, moaning and shuddering as the orgasm crashes into her. Her pussy gushes against my thigh, her release all over me. Everything becomes quiet in that moment, till it’s just her breathing mingling with mine. Maybe this isn’t so bad. Maybe I could give in to this power that we’ve created, and it would be okay after. She wants me too. I could show her what big, bad Daddies do to their little girls. But a flash of lightning illuminates the pink in her hair.

Fred Rafael's next message buzzed in, a voice note attachment that I tapped with trembling fingers, his low, gravelly voice filling my ears immediately, “Fuck, Fred—I'm so close, baby, stroking hard thinking about your tight ass, oh shit—I'm coming, I'm coming.” His words were broken by heavy breaths and groans that sounded like he was right there with me, the raw intensity of his voice echoing through the speaker and hitting me like a physical force, making my hand fly faster over my slick cock.

Chapter Seven Micah’s POV “Fuck you, Elio,” I muttered under my breath, even as my hand curled around my cock. I was so hard it hurt. Every stroke sent a sharp pulse through me, but it wasn’t just need—it was anger. Shame. Lust. All of it knotted tight inside my gut. And still, I couldn’t stop. He told me to do this. Told me to touch myself like a good little plaything. And fuck, I hated that it turned me on. I hated how my skin burned where his eyes had been. How my body ached for the approval I never fucking asked for.