Histoires Erotiques Novels & Stories

Her curse echoed off the tiles, loud and broken. He didn’t let up until she stopped shaking. Then he stood, water sluicing off him. He shoved his boxers down—cock sprang free, heavy and veined, flushed dark, tip already leaking. Thick enough that her mouth watered just looking at it. Amara reached for him. Wrapped her fingers around the base—hot, velvet-hard skin pulsing in her grip. She stroked once, slow and firm, then again faster. He groaned deep, hips jerking forward into her hand.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.

And somehow… That made this even more dangerous. Because this was no longer just an attraction. It felt deeper than that. More emotional. More consuming. His hand brushed gently along my thigh again but this time they didn't wonder around they went straight into my swollen pussy that was already dripping wet while his dark eyes held mine completely captive. “Sebastian” I moaned his name loudly “You like that princess,” he whispered roughly. “Yes “I moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into me hard and fast with his fingers till I reached my orgasm I cum all over his fingers and he placed his fingers on his lips and licked them.

The position presses her core right against my hard cock, and we both groan at the contact. “Upstairs,” I growl against her mouth. “Now.” I carry her up the stairs, kissing her the whole way, her body wrapped around mine. She’s grinding against me, whimpering into my mouth, and I’m so hard it’s painful. I kick open the door to my room—Rob’s room, but I can’t think about that now and carry her to the bed. But before I can lay her down, headlights sweep across the window. We both freeze.

The way her breath had caught when I touched her last week, the soft swell of her mound under my gloved fingers, the faint sheen of arousal I’d seen between her thighs when she thought I wasn’t looking. I leaned against the wall in the private room, unzipped my jeans, and pulled myself out. Thick and already leaking. The head flushed dark, a bead of precum sliding down the underside. I wrapped my fist around the base and stroked once—slow, deliberate—picturing her on my table again. Soft curves. Full tits straining against her bra. That delicate flush creeping up her neck when I’d said her skin took the lines beautifully. I remembered the others: Claire, married ten years, wedding band flash

His entire body went rigid, his muscles shaking violently as he shot a thick, hot wave of cum deep inside my pussy, filling me up until it was spilling out. We stayed pinned against that glass window for a very long time, both of us panting for breath, our sweat mixing together as the city lights twinkled far below us. The sin was committed. It was beautiful, it was wrong, and as Julian slowly pulled his thick dick out and wrapped his strong arms around my shaking, naked body, I knew neither of us could ever go back to the way things were before.

‎Austin's POV ‎I've been wanting to bang my girlfriend's mom crazily ever since the day I saw her naked while masturbating, thrusting a big fat dildo in and out of her juicy pussy. Her boobs were round and firm even though she's in her late 40's. ‎My girlfriend Juliet, is a very good girl, but too lazy in bed. She wouldn't give me the sex styles I want, always complaining that she's tired, and she doesn't last, always cummin too quickly, when I'm not even half satisfied yet.

He stopped in front of me and cupped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. “On the desk. On your back.” I climbed onto the polished wood, the same surface where he had bent me over the night before. The surface was cold against my skin. I lay back, legs hanging over the edge, arms at my sides. Hale moved between my spread thighs and ran his hands up my stomach to my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in slow circles. Pleasure sparked through me with every touch. He reached for something on the desk.. a small bottle of lubricant. He poured a generous amount onto his fingers and brought them between my legs, rubbing the cool gel over my pussy and pushing two fingers inside me.

He licked her other nipple and sucked again. She was already clinging to his neck as she squirmed. He laid her down on the table and unbuttoned her pants and unzipped the zipper. He immediately took off her pants along with the underwear. He then took off his own clothes. He left not a single shroud. Her eyes were once again exposed to his stirring masculinity. He first ran his finger over her slit as he carefully separated her two thighs. She bit her lip when he inserted two fingers into her wetness.