Errotic Short Stories Novels & Stories

Saliva bubbled at the corners of my lips, dripping onto Thorne's legs Lucien and Draven stroked their dicks faster as they watched us. Lucien's red hair fell to the side, as he stroked the tip of his cock hard. "Look at our brothers using up her holes", he groaned. Draven grunted in agreement, his hand stroking his cock even faster. Their dicks were driving me crazy. Thorne thrusted his hips beneath me met my own movements in rhythm as his dick pounded my cervix. Cedric's dick fucked my throat hard.

The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the luxurious bedroom, mixed with Elias’s shameless, erotic moans that grew louder with every thrust. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” Elias groaned, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw pleasure. He pushed his ass back greedily to meet every powerful movement. “Harder… claim me… I love when you get so rough like this. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

She ground her pussy harder on Lena’s thigh, the friction making her pant and shudder. “Do it back” Dora moaned, biting Lena’s lip. “Make me cum on you.” Lena’s trembling hand slid between Dora’s legs, pushing aside her panties until her fingers found the wet heat underneath. Dora gasped, her whole body jerking but she pressed harder against Lena’s touch. “That’s it,” the man growled. “Rub her pussy. Make her squirt for me.” Lena’s fingers slid through Dora’s folds, slick already coating them. She circled her clit the way Dora had done to her, rubbing fast, messy circles until Dora cried out against her lips.

Hey loves! 🖤 So… Daddy's Best Friend. Oh God forgive me. If you made it to the end of this one, first of all, are you okay? Because I am not okay and I wrote it. Maverick Cole has absolutely no right being that man and yet here we are. This was a three chapter short story and I wanted every single chapter to hit. If you loved this one, please drop your rating and leave a comment because it genuinely means everything to me as an author.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.