Novel & Cerita Fantasy Smut Manga

I pictured them degrading me, calling me a mommy slut while they rotated and double-penetrated me, holes gaping. My fingers pumped faster, three deep in my dripping cunt, thumb grinding my clit. The fantasy got nastier: them pinning me, squeezing milk out of my tits in sprays, cum flooding everything. I came so hard my legs gave out. Pussy squirted against my palm mixing with the shower water and I collapsed right there on the floor, panting, body shaking. The tile was freezing on my ass but I didn’t care. I just lay there with my fingers still inside, milking the last little tremors.

Every brush against my clit sent jolts through my body, making my toes curl and my breath hitch. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the fantasy. Daniel behind me, gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks, pounding into me with that relentless rhythm I loved. His grunts, the slap of skin on skin, the way he’d reach around to rub my clit while he fucked me senseless. My fingers moved faster, harder, the pressure building unbearably. My thighs trembled, muscles tightening as I edged closer to the peak. Sweat beaded on my skin, my dark hair sticking to my forehead. The ache inside me was almost painful now…a deep, empty need that only his cock could truly satisfy.

Hot liquid spills out, dripping all over my closed lips, down my chin, and all over my neck as he removes his hand, covering me in his cum as he watches in fascination. Taking his fingers, he smears it around, covering my skin in the sticky substance as it drips down my cheeks and into my hair. He loves it. Forcing my mouth open, he scoops a generous glob off my throat and shoves his fingers into my mouth, pushing them to the back of my throat so his cum trickles down it. Satisfied with his masterpiece, he sits beside me, leaving me painted from head to toe in cum as he lights two cigarettes and passes me one, admiring his work of art.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

Deliberately forgot, but that's hardly the point. I grind my pussy against his hardness as he swipes my hair to one side. He buries his face in my exposed neck and takes a long sniff. "You smell like a real-life wet dream." Real-life wet dream? I laugh at my vivid imagination. Tens of women at work drool over Rhys Redmond, but I must be the only one filling up pages with fantasies of things that will never happen. If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will.

I fucking hated how much I still craved him. “Oh fuck… Damien!” I cried out as my pussy started fluttering. I fucked myself faster, twisting my fingers, grinding my clit against my palm. My juices were everywhere, coating my hand, dripping onto the bed. I pictured him flipping me over, shoving my face into the mattress and railing me from behind while calling me his dirty little wife.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky. “I saw the way you looked at my dick at Coverts,” he whispered, not letting up on his assault on my clit, his lips tracing along my jawline. “I was so hard. You had on that yellow lingerie set that glowed against your skin. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you so badly. That young dude wasn’t going to get this pussy.” With that, he moved his attention from my clit, sliding two fingers inside my hot, already-drenched pussy. He worked his fingers until they were fully coated and soaked. “But I knew it wasn’t time. I’m patient. I can wait.”

I imagined zipping down his fly, grabbing his probably engorged cock, feeling its hardness against my soft palm as I hear his low groans and smell his intense arousal. Believe me when I say I was no pervert, but from the very first day I set my gaze on this man, I found myself slowly drifting to my own little world where I daydream about the things his hands alone could do to me. Above all, I was happy to be his Mate, and thrilled that he was mine… and mine alone. ! WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER ― SMUT CHAPTER - UNLOCK AT YOUR OWN RISK-

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.