Flaming Hot Desire Novels & Stories

I was burning for a taste of him again, to feel him pound into me the way he did that night in Vegas. “This flaming need I have for you rip-roaring inside of me is making me crazy. I want to lick that pussy until my tongue is saturated in your honey.” I close my eyes, and my breathing quickens when I feel red-hot desire pool in my belly. Cole nips at my ear while he speaks to me in a deep husky tone. “I want to feed my cock into your hot, dripping wet, insanely tight pussy until I’m balls deep inside of you, and I lose my bearings when you grip me tightly as I stretch you out.”

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.

The air, thick with the scent of desire, seemed to ignite the flames within her. Even though the air conditioner was on, she still felt so hot, a feverish heat that spread through her veins, leaving her breathless and wanting more. For a while, Vincent continued to caress her femininity in a maddening way. It was as if he was painting her with a hot, special kind of paint, his tongue the brush, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Each stroke, each lick, was a masterpiece, a symphony of sensations that left her breathless and begging for more.

I called out, breathless. “No, Dam. I prefer Dam,” he corrected, his fingers still teasing me, making my body tremble. “Dam,” I repeated, desperate. “Hmm,” he murmured, his touch relentless. If he kept this up, I knew I’d come again before I was ready. “Please… now,” I begged, urgency dripping from every word. “Please do what, baby?” “Please… fuck me, Dam,” I whispered shamelessly, giving in entirely to my need.

Flora hushed her reply. She felt like burning and wanting to fill a hollowness she did not know ever existed in her. "Are you sure?" Asked Damien. Flora nodded. "Can you please help me take my buddy out of my pants?" Damien requested. He was almost delirious as he could feel his whole being burning from a consuming lust like he had never ever had in all his life.

Still so stubborn. Her shudder rips through me as she falls over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her. My cock throbs, painfully close to spilling my seed in my pants. Triumph, fury, and desire collide at once within my chest as I watch her try to stop her release. It’s late. The deed is done. Her lips might deny me, but her body will never. It always succumbs under my touch. My flame roars higher, desperate to break free. The fire surges, and the heat builds. It’s almost there. I can feel it searing and trying to break against the barrier that’s kept me chained my entire life.

Blazing desire burned through me, heating up my skin, my fingers clenching and unclenching, my entire body trembling. Skilled palms cupped my waist and caressed my arms, the rough carpet of wet pink tongue moving to the back of my neck. My back arched, and my lips trembled with need, hard nipples pushing through the material of my dress. "Ferrara..." I moaned softly when he cradled my face, his breathing so harsh and heating up my skin with its hotness. "What do you want? Tell me what you desire. What you want me to do to you."

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

“I made sure you were comfortable. I gave you everything you needed! The money, the food, the sex! I know for a fact you can't deny how goooood the sex was Emily. You loved every bit of it” “I worshipped your body like it was gold. The sight of your thighs alone made me thirst for you. I loved you!” “Did you!? Is this what being loved feels like?” Her voice was so shaky from the tears she was struggling with but I had to interject. “I do all this for you Emily and what do I get in return? A snooping wife!” At this point, I drew every response I gave from the piled-up rage I held in me. Yet, surprisingly the sight of her weakness made me want her back again.

Caroline What is it about danger that's so appealing? I should have known to stay away from him, I knew he was dangerous. Hell, he told me himself. But it only drew me closer to him. He was a bright flame that called out to my desperate heart, and I didn't stop moving closer until it was too late. When I got burnt. Maybe it was my submissive heart, or maybe it was the romantic one trying to find a way to thrive. His palms skimmed my legs, pushing my dress up until he found bare thigh. My skin danced with anticipation. His hands fit me so right, were the perfect roughness and the warmest heat. I suddenly didn’t know what I would do if I could never feel them again.