Great Erotica By Men Novels & Stories

I was taking every inch of him, my pussy walls stretching and gripping the dark, heavy length of his shaft as I moved. "That's it, Blaire," he growled, his large hands digging into my hips, guiding the brutal pace. His fingers left deep, red marks on my skin as he hauled me down onto him again and again. "Ride it like you've been starving for it. I want to feel how much you've been wanting this. Tell me, you little slut, did my brother make you leak like this? Or was it the thought of me finally claiming what Manuel couldn't use?"

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

Her fingers teased my nipples as she whispered in my ear, “You wanted to tempt my husband? Now you’re going to tempt me.” Aaron had removed his shirt. All his body is filled with muscles and tattoos. He looked like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. Genevieve guided me toward the bed, and I felt her unzipping my skirt until it pooled at my feet. I was naked between them, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and aching in all the right places. Aaron stepped forward first. He kissed me hard, then moved to my throat, down my chest. Genevieve watched, biting her lip, then slid a hand down between my legs from behind as Aaron’s mouth found my nipple.

The member is deliciously heavy in his hand, his cock head is flared and angry red with hours of holding in, his cock is long and thick, a perfect combination when I am being fucked into oblivion. Daddy strokes it and leans back to spread his legs better. He looks like sin in human flesh, his thick dark bush is tantalizing to look at as he strokes the big cock with a lazy smile on his face. He knows what he's doing to me. This man is forty eight and remains better than every other man I have tried dating in my twenty four years of living in every way. His looks, his cock…oh my god his cock. I see drop a precum leak from the tip and slide down slowly, it makes me gulp, I want to stick out my

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

Jade cried out into the couch as he started railing her in earnest, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her ass hard enough to bruise. “Arch it,” he demanded. “Show me how pretty this cunt looks stuffed full of neighbor cock.” She pushed her ass back to meet him, moaning shamelessly now. The embarrassment from yesterday was gone. All that was left was need. Nicolas spanked her once, hard, then again, watching the skin pink up under his hand while he fucked her deep and fast. “You sound so fucking good like this,” he growled. “Moaning for me. Taking every inch. This is better than your fingers, isn’t it?”

AVERY POV Marcus stood in the doorway of the office, sweatpants hanging low, cock already half-hard and thickening as his eyes dragged over every filthy detail. Me, bent over Mom’s desk, legs shaking, two men’s cum already dripping down my thighs. Mom, still seated on Tyler’s cock in the leather chair, skirt around her waist, breasts bare and bouncing as she slowly rolled her hips. Father Elias, black shirt open, collar still around his neck, cock glistening from being inside me thirty seconds ago.

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.

It was always worse when she came home. She closed her eyes and let the familiar fantasy take over. Kai. Forty-five years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, with that quiet, dangerous kind of handsomeness that had ruined her for boys her own age. In her mind he wasn’t gentle. He never was. He had her bent over the edge of this same bed, one large hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind. Thick. Stretching her open with every deep, merciless thrust. She could almost hear the wet sound of her pussy taking him, almost feel the heavy slap of his hips against her ass.

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