Forced Orgasm Erotica Novels & Stories

He lowered his head and attacked her sensitive clit with his tongue, two fingers plunging back into her soaked channel. The overstimulation was intense. Kara’s hips bucked, but he held her down, sucking her clit hard while his fingers curled relentlessly. Her nipples throbbed under the clamps. She felt another devastating orgasm building fast, her entire body wound tight. Dean reached up, removed the nipple clamps one by one. The sudden rush of blood sent sharp pleasure-pain shooting straight to her core. Kara screamed as the strongest orgasm yet exploded through her. Her aching pussy gushed, squirting powerfully against his tongue and fingers. She shook violently, waves of ecstasy crashing

He pressed hard against my throat until faint spots danced across my vision and the heat blazed hotter in my body. Rosso’s first thrust was so savage, I lost whatever breath I had left. There was nothing ethical about the way they both used me, I was their plaything. But as good as it felt, having all my holes occupied and filled, my orgasm remained out of reach. Every time I grazed it, Rosso would slow downs drawing out our session of furious, exquisite torture. “Beg.” Rosso reached between us and stroked my clit, sending another shy burst of pleasure through my body.

My eyes squeezed closed tightly as my orgasm came rushing forward. "Open your eyes!" He demanded at the last second. The anger in his tone had me immediately responding to his request. Our eyes met as he stared down at me lustfully and continued to pound into me relentlessly. "Come for me." I couldn't take my eyes away from him if I wanted to. My hands trembled and weakened as my orgasm burst free, sending wave after wave of euphoria through me. He continued to pump into me as I rode out the ecstasy.

"You are so tight, baby. Fuck, I don't know if I can hold back." "Then don't," I growl through gritted teeth, as I become needy for my orgasm. My body is prickled in sweat as every nerve ending is overstimulated. Slowly Alex draws out both his cock and finger before slamming back into me. My back arches and my fingers clutch desperately at the sheets as I explode, my orgasm all the more intense with his cock at this angle. Alex continues his thrusts, his fingers still buried in my arse and pinching my clit, and my next orgasm hits me with the force of a freight train. I cry out loudly, the words incoherent.

“Come for me, Lena. Let me feel you.” The orgasm crashed over me like a wave. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his cock, juices gushing out as I cried out, body shaking. Elias didn’t stop, fucking me through it, prolonging the ecstasy until I was gasping and oversensitive. He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach, lifting my hips. Entering me from behind, he went even deeper. His hands gripped my ass, spreading me as he thrust powerfully. The new position made everything more intense. I pushed back against him, meeting every stroke.

Asana screamed so loudly when her orgasm finally arrived to swallow her whole. Instead of resisting the pull of pleasure, Asana willingly let it sweep over her body and senses. She cried out the prince’s name as her body writhed from pleasure. Her pussy sucked in his cock as she thrusted her hips up and down to ride out the intense pleasure from her climax. Asana’s erotic reaction as she lost herself completely to the corrupting pleasure of her release turned Darius on. His hips thrusted faster, ramming his cock in and out of her hole as he let out low animalistic growls. He could feel his climax fast approaching and knew that soon he would shoot his seed deep into her womb.

“Now come for me. Come with my cock buried in your ass. Come for me, my dirty little slut.” That was all it took. The coil snapped, and her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure that was more intense than anything she had ever experienced. It was a dark, depraved, soul-shattering climax that tore a scream from her throat. Her body convulsed, her ass clenching around his cock, her inner walls spasming with the force of her release. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried himself deep inside her, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless, a final, possessive marking.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you like this dick pounding inside you.” “Adrian,” I groan. I’m bouncing and grinding on top of him, desperate for my climax. My body is trembling. When his hand finds my nipple, twisting the hardened peak, I feel it down there. It’s the final straw, everything in me toppling over with a mangled cry. My orgasm has me convulsing, my legs shaking uncontrollably and I collapse on his firm chest, strangled whimpers escaping as my vision dances, filling with dots of vibrant colors.

I grin, slamming down, the dildo’s chill sparking in my ass, the tendrils buzzing on my clit, conjured to tease me now. The door creaks again, footsteps crunching on straw, but I don’t stop, riding Kristoff with punishing speed, my breasts bouncing, the beam shaking. The orgasm builds like a blizzard, and I’m trembling, the risk of discovery pushing me over. I moan, too loud, as it hits, my pussy gushing around his cock, soaking the hay below. He cums, hot and thick, filling me as I clench, the tendrils milking every pulse.

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl