Forced Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

“Louder, Cucciola.” “Please fuck me.” I thrust in one hard, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She cried out, back arching, her walls fluttering around me. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard — long, punishing strokes that slapped skin against skin. One hand in her hair, pulling her head back so I could see her face in the mirror across the room. The other gripped her hip, fingers digging into soft flesh. “Look at yourself,” I ordered.

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

He spread her legs wide, his hands gripping her thighs, and thrust into her, burying himself deep. Sakura cried out, her body arching against his. The friction was intense, almost unbearable, but he didn't stop, didn't slow down. He pumped into her with a primal force, driven by a need that transcended logic, loyalty, even love. He fucked her against the tree, their bodies colliding in a desperate, frenzied dance. The cherry blossoms swirled around them, a silent witness to their transgression. He was lost, consumed by the moment, by the heat, by the release.

When he turns to press his backside against the rigid cock, Lex grips his hips and drives the massive shaft straight into his ass with a single, brutal thrust. The sheer thickness stretches Rodolpho wider than he has ever been broken before, his raw wails echoing through the private club as the entire table stops to watch the violation. One of the naked assets steps forward, anchoring Rodolpho's head as she presses her chest against his lips, forcing him to suck her hard nipple while Lex hammers mercilessly into his bowels.

Lorelei’s POV "Excellent," the director murmured, watching intently. "Let's keep that rhythm going in front and back. Mr. Sinclair wants to push her further, give her more." The man behind me obeyed instantly. He pulled back and slammed into me with brutal force, his heavy balls slapping against my clit. The wet, obscene plap-plap-plap of his cock destroying my soaked pussy echoed through the set. My heavy breasts were squished against the cold table, nipples dragging with every violent thrust.

He fucked me like he was punishing me for every bad sex scene I’d ever written. “Describe it,” he growled, one hand fisting my hair, the other slapping my ass. “He’s… fucking her so deep… stretching her tight cunt… his balls slapping against her clit… making her scream for more…” “Good girl.” He pulled out suddenly, dragged me to the chaise lounge, and laid on his back. He pulled me on top in reverse cowgirl. “Ride me. And keep talking.” I sank down onto his thick cock, moaning loudly at how full I felt. I started riding him hard, bouncing on his thigh cock while narrating every filthy sensation out loud.

Each update from Marcus fueled filthier scenes, extended electro sessions, heavier fisting, riskier balcony exhibitions. By the chapter’s close, after one final overload involving the full arsenal, voyeur video, and endless creampies, I lay in his arms, body exhausted, holes sore and overflowing, heart full. Sophia’s reckoning loomed, but our unbreakable, extreme sexual bond only grew stronger, filthier, and more joyfully addicted.

My body is shaking because I can’t control myself from giving up, my knees are trembling. “Ugh…w-what d-did you do to me?!” I stuttered when I ask him that, “But we are just starting so don’t close your eyes baby, look into my eyes while I f*cked you so hard!” he demanded as he tore all of my dress and I am now completely naked in front of him.

Farrell announced with a clenched teeth. Jansen sighed deeply at the backseat before thrusting his head towards the men at the front. " You can't take in another woman except Isabella , Master " He instructed taking away his suggestion for Hayden to visit the club. " I don't want to make love to her " Hayden said weakly, massaging his forehead in frustration. " She is a human, I never make love to a human. I don't want to hurt her, my Fangs may appear when i got carried away by the passion " He said looking away. He can't, he remembered his love making. Most of it has been intense and hard, sometimes when he got carried away by the passion that flare in him, Beasty would try to emerges, grow

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.