Erotica Short Reads Novels & Stories

Lira growls into the kiss and rips the hoodie clean off me with one tug, then shreds my sweatpants and panties like they’re nothing. Soon, I’m naked under her in seconds, legs spread wide by her knees, my shaved pussy exposed and dripping, clit swollen and begging. “Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” she purrs, pulling back just enough to stare. Her long fingers, tipped with soft claws spread my slick folds open. The lewd wet sound of my juices coating her skin fills the room. Two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching my tight walls, curling hard against that delicious spot that makes me go wild with pleasure, my vision going white.

Hated how my thighs trembled and another gush of slickness leaked down my inner thigh. But my body moved anyway—small, hesitant steps across the cool hardwood until I was standing right in front of her, close enough to smell her arousal, sweet and musky and so fucking intoxicating it made my head spin. Elena’s free hand reached out, manicured nails grazing my bare thigh just below the hem of my boy shorts. I jumped at the touch, but she only smiled wider, sliding her palm higher, pushing the fabric aside until her fingertips brushed the soaked cotton covering my pussy.

One hand on the back of her neck, the other lifting her skirt again. “I spread for him,” she read, barely louder than a whisper, “soaking wet because I’m a desperate little slut who needs to be used—” He shoved back inside her. She cried out, the words torn from her lips as his cock filled her again. “Keep reading.” “I—he doesn’t go easy. He grabs my hips and—oh fuck—slams into me, over and over, until I can’t even think.” “That what you wrote?” he growled, his voice like gravel against her skin.

I felt his five o'clock shadow deliciously scraping my sensitive skin, a perfect contrast to the softness of his lips. "You take me so well, Amelia..." he growled against my throat, his hot breath mixing with mine. "You're perfect." My hands roamed his broad shoulders, digging my nails into his back through the fabric of his shirt, desperate to anchor myself to him while the world spun. The friction was unbearable, wonderful. I felt his cock rubbing every nerve ending, over and over, bringing me dangerously close to a second precipice. "Gabriel... please..." I begged, not even knowing what I was asking for.

It wasn’t much, but it was a start. “Yes. I’ll stay on the bed. I promise.” She decided to reward him by dipping her hand to her sex and stroking herself. “Don’t be too long.” His eyes flared with hunger as he watched her touch herself. She slipped two fingers into her sex and began rubbing her clit with her other hand. She imagined his cock inside of her again – and it did the trick. A fresh wave of arousal coiled through her insides, making her cunt clench up with need. Her nipples became erect, taut little pink buds which stood out perfectly from her sexy tits. ‘What on earth are you doing!!’ her wolf cried. But she adamantly refused to think.

All for him to see. Clara felt bad that her body was reacting. But she felt wet down there. A bad wetness she couldn't stop. Her pussy was right there for him, and his big cock stuck out. It made her feel hot and bad. A fire started inside her. Thick, sweet wetness dripped between her legs. Nick smiled. He watched it shine. He wanted to touch her soft pussy-lips.

"The good news is that there doesn't seem to be any ghosts here." "That's a relief." "Mm-hmm. But we've only just begun." He worked a finger into my slit, spreading my pussy lips open. Cool air brushed against the warm skin he exposed and I shifted, the change in sensation making a shiver of excitement roll through my body. "These are also part of your labia," he continued, and I felt him trace a finger along the inner folds of my pussy. "That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here."