Family Erotica の小説・ストーリー

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

"Oh god, you feel so good. So fucking good." He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing and circling, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. "Come for me, Emma," Damien commanded, his voice a low growl. "Come all over my cock." I keened, my body convulsing as I rode the wave of pleasure, my orgasm crashing over me in a rush of sensation. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling, boneless mess on the desk.

The sensation shot straight to my core, making me drip, and I ground against his thigh, seeking friction. “Fuck,” he muttered, his control slipping, hands roaming more freely now, one slipping under the leggings to grab my bare ass, fingers kneading the flesh. I pumped him faster, thumb circling the tip where it was already slick with pre-cum, and he thrust into my fist, breathing heavy against my skin. My body was on fire, every touch electric, and I thought about how Alex would hate this, his dad getting what he tossed aside, but mostly I just wanted more, wanted him to fill me up, stretch me.

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.

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

I swallowed hard as he leaned over me to reach the door, clicking the lock into place. "Why'd you lock it?" I asked, somehow thinking I sounded stupid. "Privacy," he said simply, settling back against the headboard. Our shoulders touched, our thighs pressed together through our jeans. He opened a streaming site and started typing on the search bar. "This one's a classic." Five minutes in, I realized it wasn't a classic in the way I’d hoped. It was a gritty, European indie film, and the sex scenes started almost immediately. On the screen, a couple was tangled together in a dimly lit room, the sounds of their intense love-making session filling the quiet bedroom.

This wasn’t like the slow, worshipful exploration of the cabin, or the tender reclamation after the confession. This was feral. This was victory sex.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

"Hillian told me everything about you. How you look when you cum. How long you’ve been untouched by the old man. How you touched yourself in his room that day. I listened to every word he told me." My throat had gone dry by now, I looked from one face to the other. Hillian squeezed my hands. "I’m asking you again. Do you want this? From both of us." I should have said no, I should have stood up and walked out. Instead I let my body answer first, I could feel myself getting excited. I had never had sex with two people before. It had always been a fantasy I kept private, but now it was standing in front of me actually playing out in real time. "Yes," I whispered.

“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."