Horny Reading Novels & Stories

He speaks, the words leaving his parted lips doing no justice to me as I feel my pussy clench harder, Ryder's finger not stopping its stroke from underneath the water. "You make me horny. " I let out a soft gasp when he pinches my clit, a smirk playing off the bastards lips and I narrow my eyes at him but it doesn't take long for me to throw my head back, holding onto the sides of the tub as I bite down on my lips, pushing more of my wetness into his hand. "Making you horny and making you smile are my two favourite things to do. "

Five surprised faces stare at me as I lean over, bracing myself with my hands on my knees as I catch my breath. “He took her plump nipple between his lips and suckled, making Esme groan into the cold night air. She had known Knox was her mate, but never dared to believe he would actually want her. Her pussy clenches as he sucks harder, his hand sliding between her soft tummy and the elastic waistband of her leggings....” Braydon’s voice sounds thick and raspy as he reads a passage from one of my very favourite books. “Baby girl...” Phoenix sneaks up behind me, grinding his hard on into my ass as he loops an arm around my waist. It takes him a moment to read the room.

It read in big letters: "Sunstone" And below it in smaller writing: "Honey, on New Year's I'm your possession. Don't care if I say 'no'. If something goes wrong, I will say the word above. If I don't say it, you do whatever you want! Love you!" I couldn't believe it. I collapsed on the floor. I couldn't stand the horniness; I almost cried...

I grab the fat candy horn decoration, lick it slow and sloppy my tongue dragging wetly over the slick surface until it shines with spit then squeeze my heavy tits tight around it. Leo straddles my chest. He grabs both tits and presses them firmly together around his hot, throbbing cock. He thrusts slow at first, the veiny shaft sliding through my soft, warm cleavage while the sticky prop rubs underneath, leaving wet trails mixed with spit dripping down my stomach in warm, sticky rivulets. He picks up a big glass harvest gourd ornament icy cold and smooth and drags it slowly through my dripping folds. The shocking temperature contrast makes my hips buck up greedily. The cold, hard surface gli

Horny bunny 225 commented. My heart began to beat fast in my chest. Why does horny bunny, a total stranger, know my real age? Does he or she know me in real life?

The anticipation made my heart race, my pulse pounding furiously in my veins. Henry trailed his tongue over my inner thigh, inching closer to my aching core. I gasped, my body arching off the hay as his lips brushed against my clit. "Oh God," I moaned, my voice hoarse with desire. "Please, Henry." He responded with a mischievous grin, kissing my inner thigh once more before pulling away. My heart sank, replaced by a growing hunger within me. I craved his touch, needed his fingers to delve deeper into my wetness. I was suddenly feeling more horny than I had ever felt in my life.

“Is that normal?” “Very.” And since we were nearing another full moon, her desire would only heighten. That of her mates too. Kissing the corners of her lips, I rolled the hem of her sweater over her bare legs. Smooth skin came into view, and I inhaled the smell of her thick arousal. Her clit was swollen from the little attention I already showered it. “It’s worse with us. We are horny creatures.” Horny beasts, like Otis would describe. My fingertips caressed her slits, and she exhaled sharply. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she whispered, “Oh God.”

One hand kept pumping my cock while the other slipped between my legs, fingers teasing my hole through the thin fabric still covering me. “Keep reading,” he growled, biting my earlobe. “Or I stop.” I forced the words out, breathless now. My hips jerked into his fist on their own. Every stroke was perfect — too perfect — twisting at the head, thumb smearing my leaking slit. He kissed down my throat, then lower, sucking marks along my collarbone while his fingers pressed harder against my entrance, not pushing in yet, just teasing. “Please…” The word slipped out before I could swallow it. “Chris… please…”

“You come when the passage ends. Not before.” He continued reading, voice growing rougher as his own control frayed. The denial was torture. My pussy clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him deeper. When he finally reached a particularly filthy paragraph describing raw, animalistic fucking, he dropped the book, gripped both my hips, and gave me exactly what the words promised, hard, fast, relentless strokes that had the ladder rattling dangerously. “Come now,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while the classics watch.”

“Look at me, Sarah. I want to engrave this pretty face of yours in my mind forever. Let me see it, all of it…” Fuck me. The fingers go deeper, pumping in and out of my pussy. My stomach tightens, my throat runs dry. Sheer pleasure, undiluted and fucking dangerous travels down my spine as Ronan focuses on the beads of my nipples, squeezing them hard. I’m fighting not to squirm, begging him with my eyes. What am I begging for? I have absolutely no idea. But it doesn’t matter, they seem to know. The HawkThornes always know.