Hard Making Out Novels & Stories

"Harder, boy, like this" He pinched my nîpples hard and I yelped in pain and he laughed loudly. "Just like that boy." I punched and pulled his nîpples roughly and I could see his cóck grow. He moaned, "Yeah, fuck, like that!" I took some lanolin the old man had for softening leather and rubbed it on his hard tool and stroked up and down. "Fuck ya, that feels good!" "Ya lookin' to get fucked?"

Hard. "You like that, don't you, Em? You like it when I'm fucking you rough. Do you want me to smack your ass, Barbie?" He didn't wait for my answer when he smacked my ass, making me clench him hard. He grunted sexily and kept on pumping me harder and faster.

“Come for me.” Keeping pace, Elsie rode Oliver's cock as hard as she could. She watched as his face contorted. His lips curled into a pleasurable grimace and he closed his eyes. The flesh of his cheeks turned red and he brought his hands to her thighs, squeezing them firmly. He let out an animal sounding grunt, followed by a quick exhale. She stayed straddled over him until he finally opened his eyes, looking dazed and content. “You're incredible,” he said, between heavy breaths.

Hard and round. Jake pulled his shirt off and pushed his jeans down. He stepped out of them and pulled a small bottle of lube from his pocket. He slicked up his fingers. He walked up behind Braden and slapped his thick ass hard. "Spread your legs wider," Jake said. Braden shuffled his feet apart. Jake stepped between them. He rubbed his slick fingers against Braden's tight hole. The muscle clenched under his touch. "Relax, jockboy," Jake said. "Open up for 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.

" I grind, leaning in to say the words closer to his ears. No intimacy—that was what the contract said. He looks like he can't wait to have a taste of me, and he has forgotten our contract agreement. ‎

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.

“Harder. Fuck me harder.” He obliged, his control finally snapping. He began to pound into her, his hips slapping against hers with a rhythm that was fast and brutal. The bed frame began to knock against the wall, the sound a percussive beat to their frenzied coupling. He hooked her legs over his arms, opening her wider, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. The new angle had him hitting her cervix with every thrust, a sharp, almost painful pleasure that made her cry out.

“Do it and take your cock out.” Oh, fuck. I swallowed hard, my heart beat picking up. This was insane, and my mind yelled at me for me to tell him to pull over and get the fuck out. but my hands moved befroe I could stop them. I fumbled my fingers over the button of my jean, popping it open as Dorian’s eyes darted between the road and my crotch. The second I freed myself, both of us let out soft ragged noises and Dorian muttered expletives under his breath. The rush of cool air against overheated skin made my head tip back against the seat. My cock was so hard already, twitching up against my stomach.

I announce to Lucy who in the last five minutes, has tugged at the hem of her mid-thigh length gown,at least twenty times. "Maybe dial Eric?" She suggests and frowns as a dirty blonde guy suddenly snakes an arm around her waist from behind her. "Hey baby." the guy speaks and hiccups. "Care to dance?" he winks at her and staggers a bit but still manages to keep his arms beneath her waist. "Get away from me!" She snaps and wiggles her waist so his hand can fall. She scoffs and starts to walk forward but he stops her by grabbing a hold of her wrist.