Hardcore Novels & Stories

Nothing sounded better. He picked up his pace and put his anger and rejection into the long, hard strokes he forced on himself. His body tightened as fire burst from his center and caused him to buckle. Drake reached out and touched the wall beside him as he gave himself over to the orgasm and whimpered her name over and over, praying like hell no one was in the locker room with him. If so? Fuck it. *** Drake Drake washed off and got out of the shower, feeling better and more perverted than he had in a long time. It wasn't something he was ashamed of, but having to jack off instead of making love to a woman was low on his list of things to do again.

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.

Years and years of practice and polish had obviously taught Leslie the kind of techniques I’d thought only existed in p**n videos and locker-room urban legends, because she rapidly gobbled up my cock until her nose pushed into my pubes and she had my entire prick buried in her mouth and throat. My legs shook uncontrollably, the feeling of hot, tight wetness incredible! This definitely wasn’t the half-hearted suck, gag, and spit of the typical grossed-out teenager; this was hardcore, heavy-duty deep-throating at its most seriously erotic. And it was too much for me to handle. ‘I’m gonna come!’ I shouted.

In the next series, it will be an explosive and infuriatingly hardcore Gay short erotica stories compilation where filthy boys and dangerously hungry men chasing the very thing they shouldn’t crave. They just want to be ruined, reshaped and overly pleased because their bodies bleed and burn with an obsession that runs deeper for any cure, except one. High voltage desires to have their tight cracks shed apart, rimmed with sizes they never imagined exist and their girths straining, covered with slick. You’ll be left glancing through the pages in the most hidden corner of the world where no one would see you squirming. If you will be reading with a partner, fair

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV The next morning hits me like a literal truck as sunlight shines through the windshield, piercing my eyes so that I jolt awake.

"And you, I believe, are exactly where you need to be." He didn't wait for a reply, his fingers gently guiding me towards a more secluded area near the dance floor. The music, a deep, trance-like beat, enveloped us. Our bodies began to sway, then grind, his **hard dick** pressing subtly against my hip, a firm, undeniable presence through his trousers. A wave of intense heat radiated from my core, instantly soaking my panties. My mind blurred, the club's loud sounds fading, replaced by the insistent rhythm of our bodies moving as one.

He leaned over me, pinning me down as he started fucking me with raw, animalistic force. My tits bounced violently between us. He grabbed them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching my hard pink nipples while his hips snapped forward relentlessly. The wet, obscene sounds of hardcore fucking were loud and constant — loud skin slapping, squelching pussy noises, and my own broken moans. “Take every inch, you nasty little slut,” he grunted, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Your tight cunt is creaming so much it’s making a mess all over the couch. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging for me to visit everyday.”

I dropped onto the cold asphalt without hesitation, shoulders pressed to the ground, knees to the tip of my ears. The cool night air kissed every wet, fat fold of my cunt. Freda mirrored me right next to me, our hips almost touching, both of us completely exposed under the streetlight. Two of our black, soaked pussies on display for a hot pounding. Harold and his friend stood over us, cocks hard, and dripping with thick saliva. The new guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms, handing Harold one. “Wrap up,” Harold muttered. “These bitches look like they’ve taken more cocks than a glory hole.”

My pussy stretched around his father’s thick veiny dick. Something shifted in his eyes, the anger didn’t vanish it became hotter and darker. His jeans became more dented. He was hard. “You’re disgusting,” he said, stepping fully into the room and clicking the door shut. “Both of you.” Robert’s lips curved into a smile. “Now learn how a real man treats a repaid debt. Or join.” Marcus’s breath hitched. “Fuck you, old man! If I’m joining you it’s to remind her who she really belongs to.”

Damien hasn’t moved. Still in shadow. Eyes locked on the floor below, on me. His mouth curves again slowly, satisfied, almost proud. I didn't return it. I just walk to the next room. But the fracture is wider tonight. And Damien Blackwood is already addicted to watching me break other people’s control without ever losing my own. The rest of the night is a blur of bookings. Room after room. Men who pay double, triple, to have me alone. Some want pole work, slow grinds, arches, drops that leave them hard and breathless.