Hindi Erotica Novels & Stories

Priya ran her hands through her hair, over her shoulders, down her spine. “I want to taste you,” Priya said against her mouth. Dara shivered. “Yeah,” she breathed. “Yes.” Priya moved down her body, kissing her throat, her chest, taking her time at her breasts until Dara’s back arched. Kissed down her stomach. Her hip. Settled between her thighs. She put her mouth on her. Dara grabbed the headboard with both hands. Priya worked her slowly, learning what made her hips lift, what made that particular broken sound come out of her. She pushed three fingers inside her and felt her stretch and heard the sound she made and kept her tongue on her clit and drove her up steadily.

"Bend over the desk. Ass up, legs spread." I scrambled up, skirt hiked to my waist, tits spilling out as he ripped my blouse open—buttons pinging across the floor. Cool wood hit my nipples, hardening them more. I arched my back, pussy exposed, lips puffy and dripping, clit peeking out begging. He stepped behind, rubbing his cock along my slit slow, coating himself in my juices. The fat head nudged my entrance, parting folds, but didn't push in. "Beg for it, Mira. Beg your boss to ruin this married pussy."

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

“This’ll make it a damn sight clearer of what I feel for you. I wanna touch you, Indy. Right here. With your back up to the wall. I wanna suck your nipples through your flimsy shirt. Taste how anger changes the sweet flavor of your skin. When that ain’t enough contact, I’ll lift up your shirt so I can pull those pretty pink nipples in my mouth, rollin’ my tongue around the hoops. I’ll suck hard, suck deep, suck for a good, long time.” Colt’s words set her blood on fire. “That ain’t all. I wanna go down on you. Yank off your jeans. Rip aside your panties and finger you until you’re nice and wet. Then I’ll drop to my knees and taste you. Gently at first. Lick a path from the top down to where

His hips jerked with each spurt his hand milking every drop watching it cover me. I watched him come the sight pushing my orgasm longer my fingers rubbing my clit slow now drawing it out feeling his cum warm thick on my skin. “So much,” I whispered reaching down to rub it in spreading it over my breasts and stomach marking myself with him feeling dirty and owned. Rune breathed hard watching me play with his cum his cock twitching still half hard at the sight. “You are fucking perfect,” he said, leaning in to kiss me deep, tasting my mouth slow now, the urgency fading but the heat still there.

Lira growls into the kiss and rips the hoodie clean off me with one tug, then shreds my sweatpants and panties like they’re nothing. Soon, I’m naked under her in seconds, legs spread wide by her knees, my shaved pussy exposed and dripping, clit swollen and begging. “Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” she purrs, pulling back just enough to stare. Her long fingers, tipped with soft claws spread my slick folds open. The lewd wet sound of my juices coating her skin fills the room. Two thick fingers plunge inside me without warning, stretching my tight walls, curling hard against that delicious spot that makes me go wild with pleasure, my vision going white.

I needed him to touch me, to fill me, to take me. His hand slipped under my skirt, and I gasped, my legs opening wider for him. He moved his fingers through my folds, finding my wetness, and I moaned his name. "Fuck Anita," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "You're shivering. You're soaked."

My heavy breasts hung beneath me, my nipples brushing teasingly against the sheets. Hilton gripped my hips firmly and slammed back inside with one powerful thrust. The new angle made me cry out sharply, his cock reaching even deeper than before. He started fucking me harder, the loud slap of skin against skin echoing through the bedroom as each brutal stroke drove the air from my lungs.

“Fill my tight little virgin pussy with that thick cock of yours. Make me yours.” My fingers slide between my thighs. My breath catches. My heart pounds. My panties are almost dripping. I stand up, letting them fall down my legs, stepping out of them with slow, deliberate grace. My wetness clings to my inner thighs. I drag my skirt up to my waist and sit back on his desk, legs parted, giving in to the fantasy. One finger grazes my clit and my hips buck. It feels electric. I shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t care.

“Push another finger in. Good. Now rub your clit while you fuck yourself on them. Faster. I want to hear how wet you are.” I obeyed every order, filming more videos and sending to him… By the end I was shaking like a leaf from all the pleasures, my sheets were soaked under me, a video of his thick cock still open on my screen as I came a second time with his voice ringing in my ears. Next day: I walked into the kitchen the following afternoon for water and stopped dead in my track. Ethan’s phone sat unlocked on the counter.. SecretHeat was open. The username at the top of the active chat was unmistakable.