Heartstopper Sex Novels & Stories

“Don’t stop. Harder, Ghost.” His smirk disappears as his focus sharpens. He grips my hips and thrusts harder, his movements powerful, precise. Each drive of his body into mine sends electric shocks through me, leaving me trembling and desperate for more. The bed creaks beneath us, protesting under the force, but it’s a distant sound, barely registering above the roaring in my ears.

His gorgeous face rises from between her already spread legs, lips linked to the side in a knowing smile. He was loving it… and she was loving it too. Her eyes trail with admiration from his deep, sparkling eyes to his strong jaw and chiseled biceps. She grasps at the satin blanket beneath her, a desperate attempt to anchor herself as another wave of ecstasy breaks. His hands entwined with hers, holding her steady. “ Don’t… Stop..” she moans under her breath. He kisses his way up her chest, settling the length of his body against hers. “ I must admit, your ex wasn’t much good at the act. “

He gets her hand then put it to his beefy chest, Keesha can feel his beating heart pumping so fast. “My heart is about to explode by just hearing your voice.” A sincere statement that came from him. Keesha doesn’t listen to him… she squeezes his nipple that sends extreme pleasure to him. His mouth parted in pain! Jostein immediately takes it off but his member turns so hard! He takes a glimpse to her but she is already staring to his handsome face. “How many sex we will be doing until I can go home—“ A thumb pressed to her lips making her immediate silence… Jostein goes closer to her—inches away from her face then speaks.

His hands were in my hair, guiding me as I worked to bring him to the edge and over. As Xavier's climax drew near, he abruptly rolled me onto my back and entered me with intense force. It was anything but gentle; it was raw and rapid, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body. His lips trailed a path down my neck, leaving marks that would later be difficult to explain away. Every touch from him elicited an eager response from my body, and I craved more. With each touch and thrust, our passion for each other intensified. This wasn't just sex; it was something deeper and more profound than I had ever experienced before.

My legs is apart and for sure if there is someone outside our neighbor’s balcony, they could see what we were doing. He locked my neck so hard and kissed my lips as he thrust in a fast pace. And just like I got my release, he has also released his semen all inside of my wetness. We were breathing heavily as we ended our sex. “You’re so hot. Damn you, slut.” I chuckled then noticed something from the other house. Oh. Someone’s watching us. Keep watching bro. I faced Daniel then kissed his lips. He immediately responded and carried me. “I feel so full with your cum, sir.”

“Shut up and start fucking me before I change my mind” He kisses my back, the breathy kisses making my skin pebble up. One of his hands finds it’s way to my clit and he starts making little circles that makes me clench which causes him to give an involuntary thrust as if he can’t control himself. He stills himself for a second then proceeds to start moving in slow shallow thrusts. When he realizes that I’m not feeling pain but pleasure his thrusts become harder. I’m moaning and it’s uncontrollable and loud even though I try stifling it by biting the sheet but it’s useless. I wonder what Clare would think if she saw me getting backshots from a stranger. But that doesn’t matter because when th

She moaned, her pussy contracting around him, eager for his release. With a final grunt, Mr. Thompson came, his hot seed filling her up. Rachel felt his cock pulse inside her, his entire body taut with pleasure. She collapsed against him, her breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The car was filled with the scent of sex, a musky aroma that seemed to cling to every surface.

But then, suddenly, we both stopped. Both of us frozen. Our lips inches apart, our breaths mingling and hearts racing. I cupped his cheeks with both hands, brushing his jawline with my thumbs. His eyes burned into mine and they were full of torment and need. I whispered, barely audible. “Okay.” His brows furrowed, confused. I leaned closer, kissing his forehead before pressing mine to his. “There’s… something we can do. Someone we can see. Like… a therapist, but for sex. Someone who can help you stop hating women after, someone who can help us fix this.”

She opens her eyes staring into his soul, she is falling in love with him all over again, she holds on to him as she reaches the peak of pleasure, and then he stops. "No...." She begs. " Maybe yes." He teases her. She saddles him and pushes him against the headboard. She seems to be possessed by a sex demon and the only thing it wants is sex, raw, mad, sex. She undoes the zipper of his pants and she feels him underneath her. She doesn't need to look, he feels huge than his brother. " I don't have a condom. " He pushes his hair behind his ear. " What?"

Sweat trickles down every part of my body, and I feel so hot from the sensations blazing through me — the pure erotic pleasure gripping at the base of my spine. “See how well your cunt is taking my fingers, mi eposa. I can feel you clenching around them like a greedy little whore.” I swallow and shamelessly keep rolling my hips against his hand. Before all of a sudden, he stops and pulls his fingers out. “No, no,” I cry out, sexually frustrated as I snap my eyes open and shake my head. I’m so close — so, so close — why the hell did he stop? I turn to see the expression on his face, dark with a smirk plastered across his lips.