Game Of Lust Novels & Stories

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

Need of his tongue somewhere between her thighs. Her legs were spread out before him and she felt a duvet of shyness crawling on her as the man's eyes met with hers. His gray eyes had darkened with lust and she couldn't help but succumb to it. She wanted him to release her from this tension as it was becoming painful with each passing second.

She’d be accused of flapping if they’re playing in a professional basketball game. Nothing in the feeling of having his lips and tongue inside Rachel’s womanhood entry point was fake. It was real, or better off said, surreal. Hugh was tasting heaven in his mouth. When love and lust collide, the night sky opens wide and the stars appear twinkling in pretty choreography, like they were singing in a childishly angelic voice. First cut is the deepest and Rachel’s left eye emitted a droplet of tear as Hugh pumped himself in, sweating with eyes closed. He would have wanted Rachel to enjoy the moment. But what can a virgin do on the very second her virginity is torn away.

He could feel himself drowning in the pool of lust called Grey Ray and he doesn't know how to get out. How to survive in his attacks. Ray slowly pulled away, his eyes settling on the brunet who's panting heavily, lips swollen and parted. "This is just the start, Justin. Run now, if you want to." Ray whispered, his eyes dark with lust and hunger for the brunet. Justin bit his lower lip, his head in a hazy state. He doesn't know anymore. All he wants is to give in. And that's what he did. Justin claimed his lips.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

He played with her nipples and she gently stroked his cock until it was fully hard again. “Ready for more?” he asked with a grin. Lila blushed but nodded, spreading her legs for him once more. This summer was going to be fucking incredible

Trina’s hum rose, soft, magnetic, drawing him closer to the line between strategy and temptation. “Nickey, join me,” she whispered, low, rich, impossible to resist. His hand paused on the knob, mind spinning with both calculation and desire. “Just to share this night,” she murmured, retreating slightly, leaving her trace lingering in the air. He rose, heart hammering, ready to step into the unknown, each movement measured, each breath sharp with anticipation. Every clue, every shadow, every knock, every whisper—the game was escalating. Nickey was ready. He would follow the trail, uncover the secrets, and strike with precision. The night was alive, tense with promise, danger, and desire, and

Elizabeth threatened. "Are you threatening me? You really want to do this? You know playing is my specialty and I've missed playing a lot. So how about we start now and we chase after each other all over the room." Victoria suggested. "What are you Toria? 14? You don't get over silly Jokes." Elizabeth laughed. "Says the mature one who wants to get under my skin." Victoria retorted as she rolled her eyes.

She had a small black bag with her that made my stomach twist with nervous excitement. “Today we are going to play a little game, whore,” she said as she locked the door. “Strip.” I obeyed quickly, baring my heavy breasts and turning around so she could see the massive plug still seated in my ass from the night before. Ciara replaced it with something new — a thick vibrating plug with a remote control. She pushed it deep inside me and turned it on to a low setting. The buzzing filled my ass immediately and made my cunt clench. “Keep this in all day,” she ordered. “And do not cum without permission.”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.