Flaming Hot Desire Novelas e Histórias

The heat hit Lisa without warning. One moment she was half-asleep between Luciano and Federico, the next a low, insistent ache bloomed deep in her core and spread outward like fire. Her skin felt too tight. Her nipples hardened against the sheets. Wetness gathered between her thighs so quickly it startled her. She shifted restlessly, a soft whimper escaping before she could stop it. Four pairs of golden eyes opened at once. “She’s in heat,” Luciano said, voice already rough with restraint.

Every day, I fall more in love with her, and every night, I can't get enough of her. God! I fucking love her so much. My desire for her intensifies with each passing day. I never thought that making my best friend my girlfriend would be so satisfying. One thing I've understood in this month is that the flame of my desire for her is unquenchable. The flame burns brighter and hotter with each passing day. Her moans grow louder, despite my hand covering her mouth. I feel her tightening around me, signalling her climax. I increase my pace, wanting to bring her over the edge.

Let it burn through you and make the bond complete. Elias nodded. His own cock rubbed between their stomachs with every thrust. The friction felt amazing. Come inside me. Fill me until I overflow. Make me yours. With a deep roar Pyroth drove in as far as he could go. His cock pulsed hard and released another flood of glowing seed. It shot deep into Elias guts. Pulse after heavy pulse. The heat spread everywhere. Elias belly pushed out even more from the amount. Some of the fire cum leaked out around the base and ran down in bright streams.

Heat. White-hot and blinding. Lily felt it from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, and she couldn’t get enough. She bucked her hips forward as Rebel drew her clit into his mouth. His tongue fanned over her, scorching her from the inside out. He’d lit a fire inside her, leaving her helpless with pleasure, and all she could do was enjoy the burn.

The arm holding my wrist flexed. “You want it,” he said, voice dropping lower. “You want me to shut you up the only way that works.” “I want you to go to hell.” “No you don't.” he murmured. He stroked me faster, fist tight, using my own precum as lube until the sound turned wet and filthy. My hips kept moving without my permission—small, aborted thrusts into his hand. Shame burned hot under my skin. Hate burned hotter. I could feel how soaked I already was, the head of my cock glossy and dripping onto the floor in slow drops.

I wanted it badly…no, needed it badly. Want is a HUGE understatement. Daniel pulled his fingers out, unzipped his pants, and took out his pretty long,tick,edible cock. It was long, veiny, and rock hard. He rubbed the fat head up and down my slippery slit, teasing my clit until I was whimpering. “Please…” I begged quietly. He gripped my hips and pushed inside me slowly. Inch by thick inch. My mouth fell open as he stretched me open. The burn felt so good. It was that feeling of pleasurable pain.

"who are you and what do you want?!" Amber commanded even though though fear could clearly be heard in her voice. She tried to look tough even though she was a wreck deep inside her. "Oh you are a tough one hmm, I love tough ones especially when I crack them. Don't you just love that?" The second man spoke looking at her from head to toe then looking at the third man like seeking for approval from him. "Yes I love that very much, and this one will be very fun am sure" he responded while licking his lips and walking towards her, he squatted to her lever then started brushing his finger against her face like rubbing dew from a leaf.

then I devour her even more. Our feet begin to move in harmony as if they know where the position of the bed is. She steps forward every time I step backward. With every movement of our lips rises our body heat. We feel the hotness inside this four-cornered hotel room despite being airconditioned. When we are at the edge of the bed, sexual desires even rise and I begin to suck her lips much harder and she produces a loud moan. Our tongues intertwine and explore each other’s mouths. The tip of my tongue pokes the walls of her left and right cheeks before I suck her tongue. The saliva that’s been dripping from the corner of our mouth is nothing compared to the wetness that she feels down there

"I'm excited!" She beamed shyly. As I grinned in anticipation. A sudden spark lit up in her eyes, like a bolt of lightning, as she gazed at me with an intense and fiery desire. I could feel her longing, her craving to explore and indulge in the pleasures of the night, to let go of her inhibitions and embrace the heat of passion. Her body language spoke volumes, her movements suggestive of her yearning to make every inch of the room her playground. The sofa, the corners, the bed and the floor. Everywhere she wanted to leave a spark of our desperate desires.