Hard Making Out Novels & Stories

"Bounce on that dick while I watch this ass." Then he brought the vibrator again, this time he pressed it right against my clit while I rode Hillian. "Fuck her harder," Robin told Hillian. "Make her cum on your cock again." I came a fifth time, shaking, and holding onto Hillian’s shoulders for balance. Tears pricked my eyes from how intense it was. "Good girl," Hillian groaned. "Soak my cock. That’s it." Robin replaced Hillian inside me, still in the same position. Hillian’s hands were on my breasts, and his mouth on my neck while Robin drove into me from behind, still working the toy on me.

“Yesss!” My husband and I discovered that having sex on a hard table was much harder than how it had looked on movies but we managed. Our bones made cracking sounds when we hurriedly undressed at first so we did it slowly, the kiss distracting us from everything else. My knees ached when I tried to climb on top of him, thinking it might be easier that way. So we maneuvered again ad I lay back and he hovered over me. I stopped him from any more prep. Pulling his arms when he started to move down me, I gave him pleading eyes. “I really want you inside me. Now, baby. Please…”

I cry out, the stretch intense, the fullness overwhelming. He's bigger than I expected. Thicker, and he's not giving me time to adjust. "Fuck," Harvey breathes, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his whole body shaking. "You feel—fuck, you feel incredible." His hands grip my hips hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises, holding me still while he gives me a second to adjust. Then he pulls back and slams in again, setting a punishing pace. This isn't making love and it isn't even sex, really.

I start to move. Long strokes first, dragging slow over his prostate, watching his eyes lose focus. Then I build my hips snapping forward, pace climbing until the bed is creaking and there's nothing in the room except skin and heat and the sounds he's making underneath me. His cock slaps his stomach untouched and I wrap a hand around it, stroking rough and uneven, out of time with my thrusts on purpose. "*Harder*," he gets out, nails scoring down my back. Red lines I'll feel tomorrow.

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD, 18+ ONLY. "F*ck...f*ck...f*ck!" I smashed my fist on the toilet wall, letting go of my soft manhood. No matter how much I try, I can't get it hard. I've been consuming p*rn in secret for days and it's not f*cking helping. I'm not mad that it won't get hard. I'm mad because the last time it did was when I was on top of… Adrian.

then she picked up and flogger and started flogging me hard. "you feel so good hubby... I am going to cum so hard... pity... you won't get to cum at all... but this is good... that way you will remember not to do anything behind my back" she said and flogged me so hard that my nipple clamps came out painfully and with that she came hard and slowly laid down on me.

I could tell that he was getting his whole body involved, and he was thrusting so hard that it was borderline painful. I’ve always enjoyed rough sex, so was very happy that this side of him was awakening. I wasn’t about to let him stop, so made sure to give him encouragement. “Oh baby, fuck yea. Is that the hardest you’ve got?” I moaned in my best p**n star voice. This seemed to get to him, because he immediately squeezed my hips harder for more leverage and really slammed into me. This was more like it. “I’ve been bad what are you going to do about it?” I was hoping he would pick up on my cue for him to slap my ass, and he did. He didn’t hit me hard though.

Like a teacher scolding a naughty kid. "please." I pleaded even louder and instantly, he thrust into sharply causing me to gasp even louder than before as I tried to grab the table for stability. My mind was in a disarray with each thrusts, I could not even understand the words spewing out of my mouth and my legs completely out of strength. So this was the famous make-up sex.

He groans through his pleasure. I laugh against his lips as he slams me and tears through my flesh. He pulls out and slides back into me, forcing me to cry out. He pumps me again and it knocks the wind from my lungs. Oh, my man’s in the mood to fuck hard. He grabs my legs and holds them up over his shoulders, and then with straightened arms, puts his hands above my shoulders to give himself leverage. In. Out. Slam, and oh so fucking good. His eyes hold mine and it’s almost too much. This intensity is nearly too much to cope with.

I groaned. Harvey hands grip my hips tightly, his fingers digging in. He thrusts up, meeting my movements. The wet sounds of our coupling fill the room, punctuated by my wanton moans and Harvey’s low grunts. "Fuck me harder," I demanded breathlessly. "I want you to leave bruises. Destroy my pussy." Harvey complies, quickening his pace almost punishingly. He slaps my ass, the sound ringing out loudly. I mewls, my nails digging crescents into his chest.