Erotica Romance Novels & Stories

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

There wasn't anything sweet or soft about it. He was straight out fucking the hell out of her. Rita moaned into his ear and started cumming around his cock. Her muscles were throbbing in spasms and clenching his shaft hard. He grunted and groan loudly into her shoulder and before Rita knew it, he was shooting loads of his black cock pumping cum deep into her juicy white cunt. Rita moaned one more time and came all over the head of his cock while he was pulling out. She dropped her legs and licked her lips.

"Say it. What do you want?" His hand grabbed one of my breasts and fumbled with the nipple. "I want... it," I breathed out, biting my lip. "You want what?" he asked, his finger still deep inside me. My whole body was shaking from the sensation. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I want your finger inside me," I said. "Good girl. I will finger your little pussy so deep, Sara." And he did. ⸻ "Good morning, Sara." A yawning Layla walked into the kitchen. I gave her a look. "Good morning, sleepyhead. You sleep like a corpse."

The cot groaned in protest, its sound lost under their ragged breathing and the wet, slapping sound of their joining. He kissed her throat, her shoulders, her breasts, his mouth worshiping every inch of skin he could reach. The scent of her; jasmine and sex and her unique, wild magic filled his senses, drowning out the last vestiges of guilt. This was not a sin. This was a sacrament. “Harder,” she urged, her voice a broken whisper. “I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.”

He didn't even notice that she had peeled his trousers halfway, helping herself to release his long meat. "Lucas, please kiss me." She pleaded. "Saraphina...," he groaned her name snapping his head sideways whenever her lips sought him out. Since he wouldn't give her his lips, she rewarded herself with his neck. Her teeth sank into his neck in a love bite. Lucas' fingers dug into the polished seat at either sides of him. He was hopelessly helpless, numbed and defeated and at her mercy. A slow drizzle of snow started, melting on the windows of the car. Saraphina took off her turtle neck top to feel his body against her flesh.

She held still, breaths shallow, every nerve alight. Emboldened by her lack of protest, his touch intensified. Bella, in a feigned sleepy wiggle, shifted back closer, her bum pressing against his crotch. She felt it immediately—his dick, fully erect, hard and throbbing through his pants, nestled against her. He gasped, a sharp intake of breath that echoed in the quiet room. Gotcha, she thought triumphantly, a thrill running through her. Now what? Your move, stranger. The tension hung thick, her body humming with anticipation, mind a whirlwind of forbidden excitement.

“Yeah sure,let's go with that. Provided you don't end up catching feelings at some point, then we are good, and when all of this is finally over, you'll walk away without turning back.” I spoke walking towards her direction, my cock was still rock hard and I hadn't gotten my fill earlier. She lay down on the bed completely, raising her left legs, her silky gown moved up and she touched her boobs, flashing me a tired but seductive smile. “I assume that should be my line, Romano, I'll never fall in love with you….”

Muttering my name like he was chanting spells. He started rubbing my clit with his thumb, circling it slowly as he bit my nipple hard enough to make me jerk, I called his name, like I was cursing at him. I caressed his head, two fingers dove into my pussy, he started curling slowly and switched back to kissing me.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

“Please, Maksim. I–“ He licked one slow stripe up and center and her back arched off the bed like she’d been electrocuted. He placed a large hand on her stomach, keeping her in place as he fucked her with his tongue, thrusting in and out of her virgin cunt while his finger rubbed violent circles against her clit. Charlotte was shaking, her legs threatening to close around Maksim’s head. She bucked, not sure whether to run away from his mouth or beg for more. She had never felt this kind of sensation in her life. It was overwhelming but it was the kind that she didn’t want to stop anytime soon. Maksim smiled against her clit at her reaction. She was going to quickly learn that debts in the Br