Forced Lesbian Stories Novels & Stories

He didn't use words; he used his body, reclaiming me in a way that felt like he was trying to fuse our souls together so the secret would never leak out. The sex was different now. It wasn't just a heat-driven animal act. It was a shared confession. Every thrust was a plea for forgiveness, every bite a promise of protection. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, wanting to swallow his darkness whole. I wanted to be the vault where he kept his sins.

And handed it to me. I opened it. The first pages were boring lawyer shit. Then I see… Full fucking penetration, vaginal, anal, oral, at any time, with or without notice. Restraints, blindfolds, impact play, sensory deprivation. Orgasm control and denial at the Dominant’s discretion. Public and semi-public exhibition at Dominant’s pleasure. Each line made my pulse throb in my clit. By page three I was pressing my thighs together like that would stop the wetness leaking into my panties.

And slammed inside her pussy from behind while Stefan moved up, kissing her neck, jerking himself off as he whispered, “He doesn’t make you come like I do.” Her response was a breathless cry, lost between them. They moved her like a doll—lifting her, folding her, splitting her open between them. When Matthew fucked her from behind, Stefan got under her and slid into her mouth. Elena was wrecked. Eyes blurred. Legs trembling. Drool on her chin. Her voice broke into fragments of “Please” and “Fuck” and “Too much”. She came again—violently. And still they didn’t stop. ---

You’re really beautiful Michelle” he whispered as I ran my hands over his built body, feeling how hard it was, while I kept wondering if he had been plucked from a billboard. He used his two hands to gently pull my thighs apart, I could feel his bulge hard against my thighs now. He slid his right hand and pulled out my pink p**ties I gave myself to him, trembling between fear and longing. Then he pushed his bulge inside me, I gasped and moaned all at once, my mouth wide open. The feeling was strange, yet ecstatic. He held my both hands upwards on the car door and went all in again, slamming the doors in between my thighs, this time felt better, he continued thrusting gently and kissing the s

Not for once did I think my almost perfect life would take a very tragic turn within a second. Just a few days to my wedding, I got to find out that my sister and my mate had been lovers from the very beginning, and I was nothing but a toy that was being used to build the pack. I was an accent, and when they no longer needed me, they disposed of me like I meant nothing. To worsen it, I was made to be a substitute bride for my sister, and now I didn't think I would be able to escape this. I was made to marry him, Asher Blackwood, isn't just any king. He's a monster, a murderer who kills without mercy.

Kendall was not sure he'd go through with it, she hoped that he would see the reason before he did something unforgiveable. Fat chance! Kendall screamed as he forced his dick into her womanhood from behind. Never had she felt pain as this before in her entire life. He slammed into her again, trying to break the barrier of resistance. Kendall couldn't hold back her cries, she knew the moment her found his way inside her essence because she felt the last bit of resistance give way. It was torturous, he was hurting her beyond belief, she could do nothing but let it happen. Her tears flowed freely.

It’s on a lighter note than Forced mafia brides but still, painful and gripping. Trigger warnings of this book (A mafia king’s games): Violence, language, sex, kidnapping, and torture. (These may be updated as the story unfolds) Book tropes: Age gap, touch her you die, possessive, she fell first he fell hard, sunshine x grumpy. Slade’s P.O.V. “Let’s go to the club tonight. You have been a sour puss since we took over Lurther’s territory.” Baste groaned out, taking the last gulp of the whisky he had been swirling in his glass.

I closed my eyes when he removed his boxer before he returned on top of me. His hand moved all over my body, as well as his lips; when he positioned himself between my legs, I opened my eyes and felt nervous suddenly. He kissed my eyes with a smile before guiding himself inside me, holding my stare. I held on to his arms as he eased inside me. This pervert didn't stop until he got what he wanted. I thought and bit my lips felt uncomfortable as he slowly thrust inside. I bit hard on my lips when I felt pain, but he pulled my lips apart and kissed me as he surged inside me. His kiss muffled my yelp, and he didn't move for a few seconds. He keeps kissing me with one hand on my chest, softly car

The beast suddenly jumped, biting the black-robed man's arm and throwing it away with his strength, then he knocked the other man down with his big hind legs, he let out a fierce roar, and repeatedly licked his sharp teeth. I was sitting in the doorway, and suddenly behind me, I was sitting at the door, and all of a sudden, behind me, a voice rang out. "Dare you, boring with living?" "Hmm… Clinton again, come on." The men dressed in black descended from the terrace and disappeared. I turned to horror, a beautiful girl, short blond lemon hair and bright orange amber eyes, her bodice floating. The moonlight behind the girl made her look even better. "Thank you." Without her, I might have been