Novel & Cerita Gay Bdsm Erotica

Broken and Denied No More After my long desperate begging filled the luxurious penthouse suite, my voice was raw and cracking with need. I lay face-down on the rumpled sheets, ass still raised high, and my body still trembling violently from the relentless edging Kai had put me through. The thick black vibrator buzzed mercilessly inside my soaked pussy, its powerful vibrations hammering my G-spot with every brutal thrust of Kai’s hand. I felt my juices coated the sex toy and dripped steadily onto the bed beneath me.

He slammed into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other tangled in my hair. “You like being used like this?” he grunted. “Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, sir, please, don’t stop, argghh” He slapped my ass hard, then rubbed it gently. “Dirty girl.” His cock hit deep, over and over, until I was right there again. “Come for me, Emma,” he growled in my ear. “Soak my cock with your juices.” And I did. The orgasm ripped through me, intense and wild and endless. My vision blurred, my thighs shook, and my scream was muffled by the sheets.

Muffled groans of pleasure and pain escaped from her gag. Damian considered himself the king of BDSM and he was glad that he was creating the perfect reactions he wanted. He rubbed a vibrator through the length of her spine and stopped on her butts. Then he moved to her breasts. He took off the vibes and squeezed her breasts. After a moment of tongue licking, he returned the clamps. Karen squirmed. He rubbed his hand on her body in a downward descent to her tummy and stopped in her pussy. Her pussy was wet, engorged, and ready. He took out the vibrating kegel ball from her pussy hole and dug three fingers in. In fast and successive motions, he pushed his fingers in and out of her pussy hole.

“Give me those tits.” I rise and suck in a gasp of pleasure as he takes a nipple into his mouth again, his dark lashes fanning over his cheeks as he closes his eyes. An empty ache swirls between my legs, and I reach down to give myself some relief. Gabriel realizes what I’m doing and stops to watch. “Is that how you liked to be touched, Kayla?” I nod. He tries to take over, but I bat his hand away and shift my legs so they’re between his. “Later,” I promise. “Right now, I want your cock in my mouth.”

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

Hayden teased as he smiled down at me. I curled my fingers upwards and began thrusting in and out harder and faster, rubbing my fingers against the rough patch of my G-spot just the way I knew made me feel good. I can’t believe I’m doing these lewd things in front of Hayden. I could feel his burning gaze on me as he watched my pussy, my breasts and my erotic face.

I could help with that. I pulled away from the kiss and pushed at Daniel's chest until he got the idea, and flipped us over so I was straddling him. This new position was everything, his cock was hitting a different angle inside me. Slowly, with my hands on his chest, I bounced on his cock. My breasts bounced at the same time, and his eyes darkened even further as he stared at them. I began to roll my hips, riding him slowly, but going deep enough that it hit me right where I wanted. Soon, I was crying out helplessly, and speeding up even though I didn't want to. His cock just felt too good that I wanted more of it right that moment.

He groaned and sank to his knees, placed his big, calloused hands on my thighs, and pushed my legs open. “Every time I see you, my cock gets so fucking hard.” He slid his palms over my bare thighs, and I sucked in a sharp breath. “I jerk off to the thought of you nightly, baby girl.” Daddy leaned in and buried his face between my now spread thighs, and even though I wore my little jean shorts, he inhaled deeply and groaned. “I know wanting you is wrong, but goddammit, baby, wanting you feels too right.” I let myself fall back to the bed, and he worked my shorts and panties off. And God help me, but I let him. He started sliding his hands up my inner thighs, pushing my them open impossibly wi

Every thrust forces my breasts against the glass, nipples dragging with each movement. Anyone looking up from the street might see my face twisted in pleasure, my curvy body getting railed. He reaches around and slaps my clit lightly, then rubs it fast. “This pussy is gripping me so tight. You love being watched, don’t you? Love knowing they could see me wrecking this fat Latina ass.” “Yes, God, harder!” I push back to meet him, rolling my hips, loving the filthy drag of his thick cock stretching my walls. He pulls my hair, arching me further, pounding so deep I feel him in my stomach. The angle hits my G-spot perfectly and I’m coming again, pussy spasming wildly around him, juices running d

“This pussy’s never had anything real, has it? Just pretending to be a good girl while you secretly leak for your stepbrother’s cock.” He bottomed out, hips flush against my ass, the fresh tattoo screaming in protest at the pressure. The mix of pain and fullness was overwhelming. I sobbed into the chair, but my body clenched around him greedily. Jax didn’t rush. He stayed buried deep, grinding slow and deliberate, letting me feel every inch, every ridge, every humiliating throb. His hand slid around to rub my clit in lazy circles—teasing, building the pressure without mercy. “Say it,” he murmured against my neck, voice thick with dark satisfaction. “Tell me how long you’ve wanted your stepbr