Novel & Cerita Good Erotica Books

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

The free swing of her breasts added extra zest to her state of excitement— especially when Dina took a moment to play with them, making her nipples spark with want. Lorraine lay down with her knees up, her feet planted on the vinyl cushion, and her clitty on fire. A heartbeat later, Dr. Melling’s erogenous ass hovered above her face. She clasped the divine, sensitive cheeks, and pulled Dina into a sitting position. She felt the sizzle between her own legs as she began to lick the sweet furrow— Dina’s perfectly poised slit. Her ears went erect when she heard a sigh as crisp as the abandoned notebook: the

“Christ… you’re gripping me like you were made for this. Like your body’s begging me to ruin it.” Another brutal thrust, sudden, shocking, seating him to the root so hard my breath punched out of me. My back arched; my toes curled inside my heels. Then he settled into the rhythm he’d promised: hard and slow, devastating. My breast jiggled at each powerful thrust. It was slow enough that I felt the thick ridge of his crown kiss my g-spot on every inward glide. Hard enough that my hips jerked forward with every impact, breasts swaying, nipples scraping silk.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

He opened his eyes and she saw something there she hadn’t before. Adoration. “Then take me apart,” he said. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him slowly. Skin on skin. No leather. No feathers. No blindfolds. Just them. Real. Raw. Exposed. He didn’t reach for her. He let her guide every movement. Let her slide against him, take him inside her at her pace. Her hands held his shoulders. Her forehead touched his. They moved together, slow and deep. It wasn’t just erotic, it was consuming. His breath caught every time she gasped. She let her moans fill the room, let her fingers rake down his back.

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

I dragged my hands slowly along her hips, admiring the way her body reacted to every touch, then slipped my hand down her slippery pussy. “You look incredible like this,” I groaned, pressing closer until she shivered again. A needy sound slipped from her throat. “Don’t stop…” I slid my hand between her thighs, teasing her gently until her knees nearly gave out beneath her. Her breathing became uneven, soft cries spilling from her lips as she pushed back against me for more. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” I murmured. “Yes… please…” I guided myself into her slowly, savoring the way her body welcomed me. Her mouth fell open in a breathless cry while her nails scraped against the chair.

“Please, Kai… fuck me. Use me. I need your cock.” He thrust in deep and hard, bottoming out in one stroke. The new angle on the desk was devastating. He hit places inside me I didn’t know existed. His hips snapped forward with powerful, measured strokes, each one driving me harder against the polished wood. My breasts spilled out of my bra, rubbing against important documents I’d never look at the same way again. One of his hands fisted my hair, arching my back while the other reached around to torment my clit. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “Tight, wet, and perfect. Made for my cock.”

I tried to keep my eyes open but the first lick made me tip my head back in pleasure. Robin climbed onto the bed beside me and turned my face toward him so he could kiss me again while his brother worked between my legs. I came the first time with Hillian’s tongue against my clit and Robin’s fingers twisting my nipple. My orgasm hit me so bad that my thighs were shaking, but Hillian did not stop. He kept licking through it until I pushed at his head, I was oversensitive. Robin took his place. And he was rougher with his mouth, he sucked my clit harder, adding two fingers right away and curling them inside me.