Gay Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

It felt like I was under some sexual inquisition with Remy and Kai as my judges, jury, and executioners, trying to decide which one of them was going to put her out of her misery first. “Remy, you just got divorced!” He rolled his eyes. “It’s been three years, Rene. And there’s been no one serious since Paula. I don’t get around like that.” . “No…You’ll fuck anything in sight!” I pointed He let out a low chuckle. “That’s true. I do have hoes, but I’ve always been safe. If you need an STI panel, I got you. But right now, my focus is on you, Rene. Taking care of you means with or with nothing sexual.” His eyes flew to Kai, who simply smirked.

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

I had hit him and I deserved every punishment he wanted to dish out on me. My eyes were glossy, tingling at the edges even as I tried to keep them open, to feed my eyes what the sight that may last me a lifetime when, Jonathan's cock slipped out and he placed Gerald down gently. I watched in lustful fascination as his prolapse pushed out and went back in, making a wet sound and his hole gaped so wide. My cock trembled that I held it so hard, this was beyond hot, this was sinfully erotic. Aaron and Max closed in on him. My heart raced as I watched Aaron get on the floor and Gerald was pulled to sit on his cock.

“Details, Layla. I need actual details. Was it good? Was he good? Did he make you finish more than once?” “More than once,” I answered, laughing under my breath. “A lot more than once. He went down on me for what felt like forever, then bent me over the bed and fucked me until I could barely stand. This morning I woke him up with my mouth and then rode him until we both came again. I can still feel him.” Maya let out a delighted scream and clapped her hands. “I’m so fucking happy for you. You deserve this after everything with Liam. So what now? Are you two just casually destroying each other or is this becoming something?”

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

His hand brushed her hip, sliding beneath the T-shirt, fingertips grazing her bare skin. “You’re not wearing a bra.” She stared at him, breath caught, heart pounding. “What are we doing?” “What you want,” he said, and kissed her. It was fast, rough, nothing like Mason. His hands roamed immediately, finding her ass, squeezing, lifting her onto the dryer. She gasped when his fingers dipped between her legs and found her soaked through. “Fuck,” he growled. “You’re this wet for me?” “Jace—” He pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers in.

I didn’t think they were going to continue, but they surprised me. Damian’s right hand started massaging Rai through his shorts. I could see Rai started to become hard. My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe what was happening in front of me. They were acting gay, but I couldn’t laugh. They looked so sexy being gay for each other, way sexier than anything I had ever imagined. “What do you want us to do next, Baby girl?” Damian asked; he was smiling seductively at me, his gaze dangerously sexy. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even keep my eyes off them.

I mean, I was already wet down there so it shouldn't be hard to take him in. "Look at you," Chase chuckled darkly, his deep voice vibrating right through my skin. He leaned down, placing one hand on the small of my back, pinning me firmly against the wood. "Spreading yourself like a total slut on my coffee table. And you still want to tell me you're not gay?" "Just fuck me, Chase," I whined, arching my back even deeper, pushing my ass right against his thighs. "Don't rush me," he commanded, his voice dropping into an unbothered tone that made my dick twitch.

but i shush him by putting my finger on his lips while my other hand opens his zipper. "Dear lord!" ....what...are you...kitten??.....ahh feels good....don't.....stop!" He moans in my ears. So I gently push him down on the little bench next to my front door where the garden lights are not shining and I push my hand inside his boxer and he closes his eyes while his heartbeat raises. I slowly start stroking his manhood, I feel it comes alive almost immediately and I smirk. I put some spit on my hand to make it go smoothly as I'm moving up and down his rod with my hands putting a little pressure and within minutes I push him over the edge and he cums in my hands.

I searched the internet for help on how to read myself of the curse. The truth found me. I was hungry…not for sex with a man but a specific fantasy that involved three men. I touched myself to videos that played my fantasy, let my mind get creative. It wasn’t until days ago that I found a place in my city. Turns out for a good price, you can live out your fantasies. And now, I was a free woman…ready to walk down the aisle without feeling like a horny wreck. “All done.” the stylist announced. I glanced at my reflection on the vanity mirror..