Her Pleasure Smut One Shots Novels & Stories

A part of me was hesitant about what was about to happen, but everything that my mates have done so far to me has filled me with nothing but pleasure. Slowly, Alpha Chance slid his finger coated in my wetness into my back entrance and the feel of the invasion made me squirm but Beta Shawn thrusted up into me slowly and the pain of the stretch of my other end, became pleasuring. “I think our mate can handle both of us.” Beta Shawn tells Alpha Chance and I begin to move now liking the double pleasure it was giving me. “We will see when my cock is buried in her instead of just my finger.” Alpha Chance says and the thought of being filled there by his huge cock sends chills down my spine.

Luke's breath hitched as the delicate skin of her breasts keeps brushing against him, moving in sync with his shallow breaths. He glanced down and saw her, fully bent over him, her lips hovering just above his member. The moment her lips and tongue made contact with his tip once more, a wave of pleasure surged through him, and he moaned, unable to hold back any longer. An intense wave of pleasure overwhelmed Luke in an instant, he came on her chest, feeling the tension in his body melt away, replaced by a cloud of joy that she had given him. Shana was smiling naughtily as she said, “That’s quite… fast… eh?”

Suddenly, a surge of pleasure rippled through her as I expertly curled my fingers, causing her to cry out in ecstasy, her body trembling. Leaning in a little closer, I straddled her waist, allowing my fingers to sink deep within her. Her chest heaved as she averted her gaze, burying her face into the soft pillow, a mixture of pleasure and subtle shame washing over her as she surrendered to the overpowering sensations. "Tsk. It's not bad, bambi. Whatever sinful things I do with you, are all good and pleasurable," I murmured, my whispered words igniting a shiver down her spine, my lips brushing against the base of her throat teasingly.

Suddenly, a surge of pleasure shoots through my body as a firm grip seizes my ankle, pulling me closer to the edge of the mattress. The mischievous chuckles from my mates fill the air, heightening the anticipation. Neo, with a hunger in his eyes, positions himself between my quivering legs, while Alaric tenderly lies beside me, his lips passionately exploring mine. As Neo's skilled tongue dances across my most sensitive area, a wave of pleasure crashes over me, intensified by the simultaneous intrusion of his expertly thrusting fingers. The overwhelming pleasure consumes me, leaving me gasping for breath and craving more.

One hand cupped a tit, pinching the nipple; the other slid between my thighs, two fingers parting my lips so the flash would catch everything. Click. The photo was perfect - slutty, teasing, exactly what Tyler begged for. I could already picture him groaning in his hotel room, hand wrapped around his cock the second he opened it. I opened our chat, attached the picture, and typed underneath: “Hurry up and get home so you can come all over these instead of just thinking about them 😈”. My thumb hovered for half a second, then I hit send. A little electric thrill shot through me. I flopped back onto the bed, grinning up at the ceiling, waiting for the explosion of replies I knew was coming.

He murmured as he positioned himself between my legs, forcing my thighs apart with his knees and leaning above me so near, that his putrid breath was close enough to me that I wanted to gag. His fingers found the little sensitive mound that drew such sparks of pleasure when Ryan lapped at it greedily, but the way my traitorous body made me react when Peter poked and prodded at it without an ounce of finesse made my stomach turn in shame. The half sob, half moan that fell from between my lips pleased him greatly as a wide smirk spread across his face. “There’s a good little whore, enjoy the pleasure I give you because no one else will ever get the chance again.” He sneered down at me, before

His stubble tickled my skin, and I shuddered as pleasure seized my body. "Of course, you don't need my permission." As soon as the words left my mouth, he pulled the lingerie off me and tossed it on the floor, leaving me stark naked. "Now that we are even, get ready to travel to the land of pleasure," Damon whispered in my ear, his right hand caressing my face, and I moaned his name. I looked at Duke, who was watching us with lustful eyes, and I took his mini-me in my hand and rolled it in my hands. Duke closed his eyes as I pleasured him with my hands. I traced my index finger along his length, loving the way he felt in my hands.

I don't find pleasure in these things. I like to fuck for my pleasure, yes, but not to be touched by objects like these whores. Fuck them, yes, but not be touched by them.Just thinking about having their hands on my body is making me sick to my stomach. I don't like being touched at all without my permission. The last whore who dared to kiss me without my permission ended up with a bullet in the head. You may think I felt guilt by doing this but let me break this fucking dream to you- I didn't.

Oh fuck, I was drowning in pleasure and ecstasy; I couldn't wait to feel their cocks thrusting into my slippery slit. I was in a pleasure-induced coma; my body was shivering and quivering from desire and passion, and my eyes could barely focus. Through my blurry vision, I catch a glimpse of the men's shadows crowding my body. They shot lustful and blissful smirks at me as they fucked, sucked and thrust into my pleasure holes. I can't tell for whom my cries of pleasure are meant, all I know is that it was blissful. Justin withdrew his fingers and mouth from inside me and stepped away, and then Matthew took his place and rammed his cock into my wet pussy, deep and hard.

She was breathtaking with that pure expression splattered across her face. What was she doing? My head screamed as she leaned in to take my rod into her mouth. "Shit, Lynn," I muttered, gathering her curls into my hands. The wet towel had dropped from my hands, and all that nestled in my head was the sweet rise of pleasure she was subjecting me to. "Do you like it?" She smirked at me, looking up at me. My thumb traced her lower pink lip, "fuck, I want more." I told her.