Hedonistic Novels & Stories

Sloane screamed, the feeling of being filled so completely by him triggering a wave of pleasure that made her entire body shudder. He began to hammer into her, his pace fast and relentless, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet room. He wasn't being gentle; he was fucking her with a raw, animalistic hunger, each thrust designed to break her further. Sloane clung to him, her nails scratching his shoulders, her voice reduced to broken whimpers and pleas for more. She loved the way he dominated her, the way he took everything she had and still demanded more, turning her into a shaking, needy creature that only existed for his pleasure.

I begged when he finally let me breathe. I pushed my head back down on him again, stared up at him through glossy eyes, and gargled on his cock, feeling Mr. Douglas stiffened behind me. He was close, and I knew that as soon as he and his son came inside of me, I would tip over the edge. Nick grunted, his warm cum shooting down my throat. I sucked his cock, wanting every last drop inside of me, and swallowed like a slut, just like his father taught me. I looked up at him, pulled his cock out of my throat, and let it smack against his thigh.

The sound of his voice lowering and the dirty nasty words rolling off his tongue made her wet just thinking about it. “I want to get a few dildos. Then I can watch you get fucked and then show you the real thing.” He said. “Maybe then I could have one just for your ass. I think that it would be fun to have you wrapped around with cock, knowing that your ass was also filled with a cock. I won’t share you, though. Ever. This is mine. All mine. That is one of those things.” He said. She moved her mouth down more and took him deep deeper as she felt him begin to release in her mouth.

Even though the room consisted of three main colors; black, white, and grey, it still found a way to look lively yet sophisticated. On the walls were beautiful posters and art pieces and the furniture was just exquisite. “I've already placed the clothes I bought at the store in your bedroom,” Allison said. Arya smiled in approval and nodded her head. “Ok. Thank you.” Arya thanked Allison once again. Even if the woman was rude and arrogant, she still had to be polite. After all, Allison would be her future sister-in-law; if everything goes according to plan. “Yeah...whatever. I’ll be leaving now.” Allison said then made her way towards the door.

Just as lust has discovered its actual nature withinside the winds of the preceding circle, right here the slush famous the actual nature of sensuality – which incorporates now no longer simplest overindulgence in food and drinks however additionally different styles of addiction. There are delicious foods, most of them are his favorite. He is about to touch the chocolate cake when Ahri's face appears on his visual sensory. "No, she's waiting for me," says a tiny voice in his mind. He ignored each inviting food until he reached the fourth layer. Those whose attitude toward material goods deviated from the appropriate mean is punished in the fourth circle. They include the avaricious or mise

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I greedily sucked his cock down my throat, eager to taste the man I’d been fantasizing about for so long. I wanted to be their one and only girl, to satisfy their every carnal need. I wanted to know, no matter where we were or what we were doing, that I could make them hard with a look because they loved fucking me above anyone else. It was crazy and beautiful and ultimately fucked up and I didn’t care. We were wild, hedonistic beasts and we wanted nothing more than to writhe against one another, drenched in each other’s fluids. God, it was sick and twisted — and I couldn’t get enough.

They are relentless. Everything about this moment is filthy and wrong and clandestine. This man is over a decade older than me. He's making me pay for his generosity with my body. The rough usage of it. And that should anger and disgust me. But those threads of hedonism inside of me are beginning to glow golden, instead, and I find my ankles hooking at the small of his back, a low, purring whimper coming from my throat. Oh. He's so deep.

asked Hades tactfully. Hanny shook her head when she felt her womanhood valley not very hurt anymore. Hades started to shake and pump both of their bodies gently, with his steady and regular speed. “Aaahh, Brother Hades…” Hanny started to groan and moan when the pain on her underpart body gradually changed to indescribable as well as inexplicable enjoyment sparks, waves as well as signals. “Yours is so tasty and intoxicating, Darling… Uuuhh… Aaahh… Uuuhh… Aaahh…” Hades felt as though he could have been shaking and pumping until the next morning light on the next day.

“You were made for this holiday, weren’t you? Made to be bent over and filled.” “Yes—God, yes—” He pulled out abruptly, flipped her onto her back atop the table settings—plates shoved aside, wineglass tipping—and drove back in. Legs over his shoulders, he pinned her wrists beside her head and fucked her like he meant to ruin her. The angle hit that spot inside that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She came first—hard, clenching, crying out as pleasure tore through her in violent waves. He didn’t stop. “Again,” he ordered. “Come again while I breed you.”