Hard Making Out Novels & Stories

My legs spread wide, heeled boots pushing against the metal frame. Leaning my head back, I closed my eyes trying with all my might to stay still and silent. I was shocked to find that Hardin had no such desire. He was quiet to be sure, but not still. He continued to rock upward, gingerly rubbing his swollen cock inside my pussy. Our position didn't allow for much movement, but small as the movement was, it drove me crazy. It was apparently not enough for Hardin though. I felt his arm go around me, his hand finding my clit. My eyes opened once more in shock as his fingers played with it, teasing and probing gently as his cock continued to move in and out of my soaking wet pussy.

Then he started fucking me in earnest. Hard. Deep. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. "Uncle, slower—ah—too deep—too full—" The sound of skin slapping water filled the garden, sharp and wet. Jarek didn't need to move. Dax was doing all the work, bouncing me against him. Every time I came down on Dax's cock, my ass slid against Jarek's shaft. He groaned low. "You're fucking her so hard she's drooling." Jarek's hands locked on my waist, his thick cock rubbing my ass. His voice was filthy, pleased.

Hard. Amanda cries out, head slamming back into the pillows as her legs shoot up to wrap around his waist. Their bodies slam together, skin on skin, sweat on sweat. They cling to each other tightly, arms tangled, their mouths crashing together again as Adrian begins to move—pounding into her, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder, rougher. She moans loud and long, her nails dragging down his back, hips rising to meet every thrust. He slams into her again and again, the bed creaking violently beneath them as their bodies collide.

Karma was a bitch if I was going to have to wait for four months to finally do the nasty with my girlfriend. She giggled against my neck. “Well, you can still lie on your back, can’t you?” she teased, biting on my earlobe gently. I groaned trying not to let her turn me on, but I was fighting a losing battle. I had broken bones, cuts, burns and bruises all over, but she still managed to make me horny. She really had a talent. I bit my lip, trying not to think about it. Ashley pulled back and smiled at me.

“Hard.” He laid me on the bed, spread my legs wide, and pushed in slow at first, stretching me open inch by inch. We both moaned when he bottomed out, balls deep. Then he started thrusting long, deep strokes that got harder. Skin slapped loudly. He pinned one of my wrists above my head, the other hand gripping my hip as he pounded me. “God, your pussy feels fucking good,” he groaned. “So wet and tight for me.” “Ah…uh..yes! Harder,” I begged. “Fuck me harder.”

“Move. Hard.” Jake snapped his hips, deep, brutal thrust. Ryan cried out, then shoved back to meet him. They found a punishing rhythm, wet slaps echoing in the steam, water splashing with every collision. Jake’s hands gripped Ryan’s hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, pulling him onto every stroke. Ryan reached back, grabbed Jake’s ass, urging him deeper. “Harder, fuck me like you mean it, ”

Duct tape. He slaps a piece of the duct tape over my mouth and then he relaxes, I can feel the tension leaving him, his chest crushing my back, the edge of the trunk digging into my lower belly. I can feel him between my legs through my pants. He’s hard. He’s getting off on this. My struggle is making him hard, His breath is heavy in my ear, and not just from the struggle. He grinds his cock against the juncture of my khakis. I hold myself rigid.

Both enjoy the gritty bliss of their climax state. Another episode of a male stroking his cock firmly. Making it engorged with blood as he pumped his hardness. He was dripping cum onto the dry plants, making them wet as much as his woman. The lady in front of him was fucking her pussy with a dildo and more than three fingers; slapping her folds mercilessly.

But damn, in the flesh is much better, mainly because I know that hard-on is just for me. I whistled, crooking my finger for him to come closer as I got to my feet. Yeah, I need him here to get out of this dress like yesterday, especially if I want to keep ahead of my anxiety. He didn’t have to be told twice, quickly closing the distance between us. Hesitantly, I reached out slowly, running my hand down his chest, enjoying his groan that changed octave as my hand wrapped around his cock. Whoa… well, it’s certainly more prominent than the video and pictures make it appear. And who’d have thought something could feel both hard and soft simultaneously.

"Are you still hard, or hard again? I mean, I have yet to see your cock when it's not hard." "It's hard again. It was soft, but when I was on my way here, it got hard thinking about you looking at it again, but then you only have underwear on so it got even harder. Do you want to see it soft?" Cage sounded apologetic, like he might change the situation, if he could. "It's perfect when it's hard, and if it stays hard more, that just means the more I get to play with it." "Are you going to play with it today?"