Novel & Cerita Gay Fantasy Novels

JAY'S POV. The moment I stepped inside, Jake slammed the door behind me, pinning me right against it with a hard glare. His fingers curled tightly against my arms, triggering both fear and something hotter in my veins. “Tell me Jay, did you forget what you said earlier today? You called me a predator, yeah? You said I was disgusting. You said I was taking advantage of you,” he leaned in so close that his breath fanned my face, making me swallow hard.

Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes. “You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.” “Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned. The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough. “Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.” And William did. Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

She reached down to the garter belt, slid a gloved finger into Fabienne’s groin and pushed the lace triangle covering her sex aside. Taking hold of Fabienne’s pubis she tugged at the dark fleece, claiming the tight little plum with a force that bordered on cruelty. Fabienne whimpered and almost cried out. Ah, how she loved this game, this sexual sparring, this exchange of energies. It was something she had neverbefore found with a woman. And with many men, the dominance was too crude, too pure.

Then she did something that made my brain short-circuit. She pressed four fingers from one hand against my dripping cunt and started pushing inside. “Oh fuck… Lena…” I moaned as she stretched my pussy wide. She worked slowly but relentlessly, adding her thumb until her entire fist was pressing against my entrance. “You’re going to take my fist tonight, baby,” she growled. “I want to feel how deep this greedy cunt can go for me.” I was breathing hard, nervous but so fucking turned on. “Please… fist my slutty pussy.”

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

All while he was being put in different positions by Toussaint, he’d ignored this and shoved it to the back of his mind to focus on the sinful desire. He’d broken Athena’s third rule of professionalism. And now he was attached. And it was everything he feared. Jace gulped, carefully giving his choices a thought as realization hit him. “I’d love to, Toussaint,” he whispered, carefully choosing his words. “But I still work with the hotel. It’s not something I’m willing to throw away.” Toussaint didn’t stop kissing his napes, although a little more subtly as he pinched his nipples, then down to his cock that was growing again.

The flirting. I am gay, incredibly gay that I make Barney straight. And living with a 6’2 foot of pure, pulsing beautifully sculpted man that god took his time making just infuriated the gay out of me given that he’s totally my type—physically anyways, the man is a pig.

It was a very confident smile. “Trust me, there’s a market for things like that. Have you seen what teenage girls read these days?” Zach was confused by that. Surely teenage girls weren’t interested in reading stories about two men in sexual situations. He couldn’t see girls wanting to read that sort of thing. “Zach, gay erotica has a large female readership, it’s not just men reading it,” Meghan explained after glancing at his face. “Why do you think I’m always asking about Damien Black’s story?”

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’