Fanfiction Romance Stories Novels & Stories

(Teen Romance) The Wrong Brother (Teen Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

just raw need, his hardness grinding slow circles over the soft flesh, the situation's fault: the enclosed space forcing contact, the night erasing boundaries. My hand gripped the sink edge, nails digging porcelain, as intimacy built, his free hand sliding up my side, thumb brushing the underside of my breast through the tank. "Jax... stop," I whispered, but it came breathy, body leaning back into the rub, clit throbbing from the indirect tease. He hissed, the motion quickening, cock throbbing against me, pre-cum likely soaking his shorts. Mia's brother, drunk in my bathroom, made it hotter, tension coiling tight like a spring.

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“Because this company literally has a ban? Staff isn't supposed to have any romantic relationships with other staff. You know of this rule, fool. Besides, I'm sure these people already put two and two together to know that we are dating.” “You and I both know that the rule is a joke. There are a lot of people married to each other here. I'm sure some people are fucking themselves, even the executives too. But if you insist, we won't do much of that romance shit here at work,” Anthony said with a shrug of his broad shoulders and went around his desk. “Thank you. Anyway, thank you for the flowers. I totally forgot that today was my birthday. All this stress made me forget,” I said.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the bedroom as I fucked her hard and fast. Fuck, my fiancée can't get enough; she was literally screaming for me to fuck her more. The horny whore must hаvе been just аѕ еxсitеd by rеtеlling thе story of the threesome she had at the club аѕ I wаѕ frоm hеаring it.

I kissed him again, trying to steal back some semblance of control, but he easily took over, dominating the kiss with that same superiority that came from being so much older than me. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, his hand skillfully moved my panties to the side and dove right in. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. It felt so fucking good — sinful and wrong in the best way. I still couldn’t believe my uncle was finger-fucking me on my own kitchen island. I was already so wet and dripping, making obscene sounds with every thrust of his fingers. I wanted more. I needed something bigger, something filling. “Please… hngh,” I moaned between broken gasps

he whispered. Meera snuggled closer, completely spent but deeply satisfied. In Alexander’s arms, she felt safe, loved, and utterly claimed. Their story had begun as forbidden desire between a powerful man and his young maid. Now, it was becoming something much deeper — a love that refused to be denied.

"Girls! I want your steamiest, slutiest fantasies. Every single one of them. Karen, you go first." Karen was eager, voice husky. "I would give anything to be tied up in a room filled with strange men. Naked by the way. Each of them taking turns on all my holes until I can't take anymore." She bit her lips, pressing her legs together to ease the ache in her snatch.

He just hoped that this was the start of something new, not the end of a potential good relationship… THE END AUTHOR'S NOTE. Hello lovelies. I trust you guys are doing great. So, I decided to finally start this project after putting it off for a year now. This is like a collection of my readers' suggestions and stories. You tell me what you want as the next story, and I write the prompt of the lucky person. So far, I have 20 prompts from my readers from platforms, 19 when you exclude the already uploaded one. Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules.

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”