Hard Making Out Novels & Stories

Despite my protests, he did not heed my cries and instead proceeded to widen my legs as he unzips his trousers, thus releasing his hard member from his pants. He separates my pink folds in two with his deft fingertips as he works his way around them. I felt his two fingers rubbing across my skin, making me immediately moist. He puts one finger inside the hole. I can feel it rubbing against my walls, causing me to wriggle in his mouth as he covers his own. He pulls away from the kiss, just to smack me on my face to stop me from struggling.

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.

Before he was overcome by passion—he would immediately stop this. Ugh! Amel kicked Hardin's leg. As Hardin stepped back in pain, he held his leg. That was Amel's chance to escape. “Damn it..” Hardin hissed. “I’ve never been short of women. But getting just one is so hard and draining. I can’t even sleep with her.” Hardin punched the wall again. “Damn it!” ~~

Every part of him needs this, after so long without mating I'm surprised he hasn't got blue balls. Instead of putting himself inside me, Hardin grips my waist and pushes me down, grinding my bare pussy against his cock. "Oh...god." I groan, my hands gripping his hair as he moves my hips faster against him. Whimpering like a bitch in heat, I press myself against his cock and glide back and forth, lathering him up so it doesn't hurt more than necessary. I'm grateful that Hardin chose not to just shove it in me, I wouldn't have even thought about getting it slick first.

More more more. "Harder Mason, harder!" Nicky's voice rang out and Mason increased his pace as if he could hear her voice. He went deeper and harder, and I could hear the slapping of our skins, he kept on going, pleasuring me, pleasuring us, more and more, and I kept on moaning, loudly. Mason slammed his lips on mine and kissed me, trying to muffle my loud moans. As he kissed me, he fxcked me harder and harder and harder until I came.

“Harder.” He gripped onto my shoulders to pull me closer to him each time he thrust into me. I rubbed circles around my clit, my pussy tightening harder around his huge cock every moment. I move to rub my clit and increased my pace faster and clenched harder as he dipped his head to capture my nipple into his mouth. Teeth teasing it gently, he bit down, tugged on it, and grunted. I tangled my hand in his hair and pulled him closer to me, my legs shaking as the pressure built higher and higher inside of my core.

"Harder… HARDER!" Realizing that I couldn’t give her what she wanted in this position, I spun her around so she was on her knees in the tub and her hands were on the tub ledge. Wasting no time, I shoved into her once more and began to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. "That’s it..." Arissa moaned, arching her head back. "Just like that." Soon, the room around us was filled with the sounds of our love-making until A low scream of ecstasy escaped Arissa as her walls squeezed around me, milking me until I had nothing left to give.

My fingers move with ruthless efficiency, stretching him, prepping him, adding more until I know he can take it. Coating myself with lube, I position at his entrance and push forward, meeting resistance inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. His hands clutch the desk’s edge as a guttural moan escapes him. “I either stop here,” I growl against his ear, “or I fuck you hard. I’m not in the mood for soft.” He trembles beneath me before pushing back slightly, his voice low and wrecked. “Then fuck me hard.” Leaning over, I grab the roll of duct tape from the drawer. His eyes widen, a flicker of hesitation flashing across his face.

She was writhing wildly in her seat. "Does that turn you on? Do you wish it was your hand that was rubbing that sweet little pussy? While my hand squeezed that freaking huge boob? Is that what you are thinking of right now?" Hardin asked cupping my cock and rubbing it in my pants. Fuck! He wasn't helping.