Hardcore Novels & Stories

With that, my d*ck welcoming itself in her elastic tube, causing her to shiver with ecstasy. I pushed it further through her soaked, warm tunnel and rooted it deeply within her most sensitive nerves. I didn't hesitate to chunk with hips with determined force. Juices dripping out of her tunnel, she grabbed her boobs to stop them from falling and moaned. While pumping my rock–hard shaft through her, I simultaneously rolled my tongue on her squeezed breasts. I pounded her c*nt, repeatedly, forceful like a hardcore but as I was about to empty my loaded balls, she shoved me away and turned into her fours. She made sure her stomach laid on the table while her butt c

I moaned, tears dripping from my eyes from how intense Vitali was being with me right now It felt like hardcore sex “Don’t you dare “

down to her feet and off. She reached for his and undid the jeans and brought his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His member bouncing as it released from its constraints. His was huge, and she wanted it inside her. But before she did, she took it in her hand and kneeled down. She stroked it a few times before lowering her lips to the tip. She kissed it and then ran her tongue along the tip to the end of the shaft and back before putting it in her mouth. She gagged as she reached the end. He grabbed her hair and kept her head going in the back and forth motion. He moaned everything she gagged on his cock. He then lifted her by tugging gently on her hair and picked her up again. Spinn

Victor’s fists clenched as he approached the central office, where their leader, a cunning man named Ivan, was waiting. Ivan smirked as Victor entered. “Ah, the mighty Victor. Finally, you’ve come out to play.” Victor didn’t waste time with words. In a flash, he lunged at Ivan, his movements fueled by rage and fierce. The room erupted into chaos as Victor’s team engaged Ivan’s men. The fight was brutal but swift, with Victor emerging victorious. He pinned Ivan to the ground, his voice a deadly whisper. “This ends now. You will never come near my family again.”

He was so thick, so hard like a scorching invasion that reached into my spine. He didn't move for a second, letting me catch my breath for a brief moment. Then, he began to fuck me. It was a total hardcore, heavy pounding of flesh against flesh. Every thrust made the bed frame crack against the wall, the sound echoing like gunfire in the silence of the night. He was relentless, his pace increasing with every sliding friction. He reached around, his hands grabbing the back of my head, pulling me forward for a hard, messy kiss while his lower body wrecked me.

"You need to be fucked properly. Hardcore is what you need." Perhaps Justin didn't know I was readier for him. There was a soft bed made from the clothes and foamed in my bag. That was where we were doing it. He then straddled me and slammed his thick cock into my pussy so hard again that I cried out. He fuck me hard and fast, the bed creaking loudly with the force. "Say my name." he growled. "Justin! Fuck me harder!" He was pounding into me harder, my body aching with the strain. I cummed, trying to remain fixed to his cock.

Their bodies clash with the intensity of warriors in combat, engaging in an intense, hardcore workout that’s pushing every single muscle in their bodies to the brink of collapse. Adrian is not himself right now. He's gone—utterly and dangerously lost. A man possessed. His eyes have darkened into something wild, primal. He groans low, like a beast emerging from its cage, his hands squeezing her breasts with all the raw, unfiltered strength in his body. His grip is firm, dominant, commanding. Each squeeze is a claim, each touch a mark.

"Vernon, won't you give me a chance? Please?" Vernon stood up and yelled coldly at her, "I said, don't fucking touch me! You disgust me!" Samara's face paled in anger. She bit her lips and tried one last time. "But Vernon, I love you. At least give me a chance to stay by your side. Please?" Vernon's eyes were beyond frosty. His next words were cold, merciless, and void of all warmth. "Samara Horton, I will give you a sum of money before sending you away to another country. You are never to appear before my eyes ever again. Do you understand?"

He gasped, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. Damon paused, allowing Luke’s body to adjust, his hips still pressed against Luke’s ass. The sight of his thick shaft disappearing into Luke’s tight hole was a powerful aphrodisiac. He pushed again, a slow, deliberate thrust, and then another, until his entire length was buried deep inside Luke. Luke screamed, a muffled sound that was quickly swallowed by a wave of pure, unadulterated sensation. His body convulsed around Damon’s cock, clenching and milking him.

“The local MC’s get their bikes fixed there, but I think that’s ‘cause King’s guys really are the best at what they do.” Mirrie left much unsaid in that statement, but Naomi heard it all, loud and clear. Mirrie had been raised pretty rough: MC-member and alcoholic father, prostitute and druggie mother, MC-member brother Donovan, who was the worst of all of them. Donovan 'Joker' Kane was a hardcore criminal who had languished in jail many times for rape, assault, robbery, and had been suspected of murder more than once, though the cops hadn’t been able to make anything stick. He’d terrorized Mirrie her entire life and when she’d gotten sober, she’d walked away