Gone Wild Sex Stories Novelas e Histórias

“Yours! God, Sam, it’s yours!” He released her hair, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place as he pistoned into her. The room filled with the sound of their collision, wet and savage. “Tell me you loved it,” he demanded, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Tell me you loved being their free-use whore.” “I loved it!” she sobbed, the confession torn from her. “I loved every fucking second! I’m your whore! Your gangbang slut!”

The scent of sex filled the small back compartment — musky, sweet, and unmistakably filthy. One of his hands slid down to rub her swollen clit in tight circles while he continued pounding up into her. Grace’s thighs shook violently. She leaned back against his strong chest, letting her head fall onto his shoulder as he used her body. The risk made everything more intense. At any moment Peter could glance in the rearview mirror, ask a question, or decide to pull over. The thought terrified her… and turned her on more than anything ever had. “Quiet, baby,” Collins whispered, biting her earlobe. “Don’t let Dad hear you getting fucked so good. You’re my slut now. Say it.”

His hand slid between our bodies, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in tight circles that matched the rhythm of his hips. "Come for me, Avery." His thumb pressed harder. His thrusts grew deeper. And I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me like a wildfire, consuming everything in its path. I screamed his name, my nails raking down his back, my inner walls clenching around him so hard that he groaned like he was in pain. He kept moving through it, chasing his own release, driving into me with desperate, uneven strokes. "Avery," he groaned, and the sound of my name on his lips was my undoing all over again.

I gave in to the pleasure and came on his cock, my walls squeezing and convulsing around his thick member. “Take my seed, slave girl,” he growled. I huffed and slammed my body backwards, forcing his cock so deep I could feel it rubbing against my upper walls. “Oh yes, Master. Fuck me hard!” I gripped the coverlet beneath me and released a long moan as Mr. Maxwell’s cock massaged out the rest of my orgasm while he emptied inside of me. Dr. James had warned me about wild sex, but I couldn’t stop myself. My body needed it. My pussy needed it.

Victor pounding deep and hard, hips snapping, balls slapping against her ass. Jade grinding down on Lila’s mouth, fingers pinching her own nipples, moaning loud and shameless. The mirrors reflected everything—Lila bound and writhing, Victor’s muscles flexing with every thrust, Jade riding her face with abandon. Lila came first—muffled screams against Jade’s pussy, body arching off the bed as she clenched around Victor’s cock. Jade followed seconds later, flooding Lila’s mouth with her release, thighs trembling. Victor pulled out, flipped Lila onto her stomach, and entered her again from behind—deeper this angle, brutal. One hand fisted in her hair, the other reaching under to rub her oversen

“But I think we need to slow down a little and try something new together. Something I’ve been wanting to do with you.” She reached for the remote and turned on the large TV in their bedroom. She opened a hidden folder and selected a video. The screen lit up with two gorgeous women locked in an intense scissoring position — their pussies pressed tightly together, sliding and grinding in slow, wet circles. Their moans were loud, breathy, and real. One woman was on top, rolling her hips in perfect figure-eights while the other arched her back and gripped her thighs, their swollen clits rubbing visibly with every slippery movement.

“Giving you one last chance. Tell me what I want to know, or you’re fucked.” She froze for a moment, her breathing quick and shallow. But when I slid my hand past the waistband of her jeans, she started thrashing again. “What the f—” “You’re not answering my question,” I breathed, my tone as cool and collected as I could muster up. My hand moved lower, cupping her ass through the thin fabric of her underwear. Her skin was warm, and I hated the way my wolf stirred at the contact, wanting more. She squealed, her panic spiking as she kicked out at me. “You’re not getting a damn answer out of me!”

“But does that include sex talk too? Because if your invitation includes that kind of peace, does it also include saying yes to sleeping with me?” He groaned. “Don’t start.” “What? Talking about sex isn’t illegal.” “No, but talking about it with you feels illegal.” I smiled slyly. “You know, they say sex helps you move on. If I’m doing it, it’s with you.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “You sound wild.” “You haven’t seen anything yet,” I whispered. “Careful. I might be too much for just one night.” He tilted his head, amused. “Is that a promise?”

The e-mail showed that Selena was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.