Hard Core Sex Stories Novels & Stories

I panted heavily. He stilled his movements, then looked up to give me a wolfish smile. "No, you don't." Marcello moved my panties aside, plunging two fingers straight inside me, kissing my lips to stop me from crying out. I hadn't had sex in over two years, so I was tight as fuck. He didn't care as he kept moving in and out of me, his thumb stimulating my clit. He was right. How could I hate someone who gave me this kind of pleasure? "Marc… more." I breathed out.

He slid his thick cock in and out with long, hard strokes. Clara watched with lustfully. She leaned down and squeezed Vincent's nipples while Vincent pounded her sister's pussy without mercy. He grit his teeth, turned on by Clara's unexpected movement. “Fuck, your pussy is gripping me so tight,” Vincent groaned, thrusting faster. Sara moaned desperately to her sister. “Tell Daddy to fuck me harder. I want him deeper inside. So deep!" Vincent obliged. He set on of her legs on his shoulder. Now, his cock went deeper into her pussy.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

I joke. “We’ve been roommates for almost five years, asshole. I can’t help but know what you look like,” he deadpans. “Come on. Do it.” “No fucking way,” I say. “Scared you can’t hack it?” Axl asks. “No. I just don’t want to do it.” “Do you have any idea how much I can make in a night?” “Can’t be that much,” I quip. He says the amount, and my jaw drops. “Seriously?”

The combination of having incestuous sex in front of strangers while enduring sexual insults combined with the friction in her pussy was too much for her to take and her body and soul exploded. The wails from her mouth were so loud it brought others into the room to see. And for the first time she squirted all over. I kept ramming my meat into her intensely spasming vagina to prolong her orgasm. Then I gave in and shot my hot cream up into her womb. My hips bucked up against hers and we grinded them roughly together. We kept grinding and grinding in an effort to extract every drop of cum we had in our bodies. Then we collapsed in a heap with Grandma's sweaty body on top of mine. We are now i

And three damn years without having my leaking cunt dripping a mix of his cum and my pussy juice after every wild session that leaves my legs shaking hours later. “Jane…” I groan, hating that the hardcore sex was why I missed him the most. Just maybe I’ve held on for too long and I’m breaking. The first year was for love. Second was a kid of sex and love… and now… “Ahhh…” My fingers drive into my milf pussy… Fucking my thick untouched cunt. Slamming in as hard as my small finger can go… His cock went harder and fuller, up to my belly. “Uhhh… fuck…” I groan, thrusting, slamming so hard like I want to burst my pussy.

“You’ve… done this before?” His laugh was low and filthy, his eyes darkening as they held hers. “Since I was seventeen. Older women are my thing. Married ones especially. They’re always so pent up, so grateful when you give them what their husbands won’t. They come harder, beg louder, do things they’d never admit to in the daylight.”

"Harder... yes, just like that... fuck..." Julian’s eyes darkened, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He grabbed Leo's hips, his fingers digging in, leaving bruises that would serve as a reminder. He thrust harder, faster, his movements becoming more aggressive, more desperate. "Tell me you want it," Julian commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "I want you," Leo screamed, his voice raw. "I want you to fuck me, Julian! Fuck me hard!" Julian roared, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. The friction was intense, the sensation overwhelming. Leo felt like he was being torn apart, but in the best way possible. He felt like he was floating, his mind shatt

that felt like the most powerful ending for this couple. Okay, that was the heartfelt, literary reason. Now for the completely, utterly ridiculous and honest reason: I literally could not write another sex scene. I am not joking. We were closing in on 80,000 words on this thing! A hundred thousand words! Do you have any idea how many different ways there are to describe a hand running through hair? Or a deep gaze across a room? I was starting to lose my mind trying to come up with fresh, non-repetitive action. I truly don't think I would have survived trying to write a fresh, unique, meaningful, and non-absurdly-long sex scene at this point in the narrative. My fingers were cramping, my thes

He turned around to leave ,but I didn’t know when I grabbed his hand. “Could you please stay..”my voice low and pleading. “Sure..” he took a seat and 3 glass of wine later I was giggling and brimming with liquid confidence. “So..do you bring girls here when you’re horny” he looked shocked at my question but a coy smile flashed across his lips. “No..I take them some place else.wanna know what I do to them?” I nodded anticipating the story. “I fuck them…I fuck them till all they crave is my cock every day,they suck my cock thirsty to suck every last drop out of me,I fuck their face,their breasts,their pussy their ass.