Hot And Flirty Novels & Stories

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

she whispered before they stood up and left. ____________________________________________________________________________ A gaspy moan left Ashley's lips as she clingy onto Jake's back, bracing herself for every powerful thrust that Jake delivered. Harsh steamy obscenity caresses Ashley's ear as she cried to the heavens above. "Ugh!" Ashley yelled as Jake flipped her over before repositioning himself. Ashley felt like she couldn't breathe as the world around her began to spin and what made it better was the fact that both she and Jake was high as a kite.

he asked her just immediately she stepped inside the sitting room. “It is fast and furious, don’t tell me you haven’t heard of the movie…..you better see the movie for yourself, it’s really nice”, she told him and afterwards, they started seeing the movie together from where Enola stopped. As they were seeing the movie, they were smooching themselves already. Enola was in the cold hands of Ekaris whereby Ekaris moved his hands regardless of the location it went to. Besides, Enola didn’t give a fuck on where and how his hand went around her body. So, Ekaris took hold of the opportunity to exhibit his evil minds. The hands which was placed on the shoulder earlier, started making moves like a f

The only difference is our gender but other than that we're the same. One secret unrevealed then. I walked out of the medicine cupboard and Angela sprung be me like a fucking mouse trap. 'Is she single?' she questioned. 'No, she's with me and you're not to flirt with her Angela.' I coldly sneered feeling myself getting overprotective over her. 'She's hot, she's sexy as fuck and she's mixed race. She has hazel eyes and jet-black hair and let’s not even forget about her gorgeous body. I would love to take her to bed.'

The last thing we need is Hope going missing. "Mmm, I might just of enjoyed that." She answered as she pulled me towards Hope. I don't know about her, but the heat had just picked up. And all I did was get a peck. I was desperate to share that woman's body, claiming it as my own. ----

"I'm not going to waste this body while I'm still young and strong." "Why do I feel like a man whore?" he murmured in surprise. "It's your own fault for having such a seductive and voluptuous body. This body is only mine," Elena replied firmly. "Hmm, you're really possessive." "I warned you before," she retorted before exploring his neck. He could only hiss as his wife's service kept him hooked. Luckily, he was her first and only. That morning, they spent time with hot activities to warm up their bodies in the cold weather.

She wiggled her buttocks, hoping to send him a signal of some kind. His chuckle was low and throaty. "Getting anxious, are you? I like that. My shy little flowers is coming into full bloom." He placed an open-mouthed kiss on each cheek of her buttocks before leaning over her and rubbing her cunt with his clever fingers. He knew exactly where and how to touch her to heat her blood and make her nerve endings sizzle. The urge inside her to explore further with him, to push the erotic envelope, grew stronger each time they made love.

Heat flared between us, sharp and undeniable. I moaned, unable to stop myself. “That sound,” he groaned, his voice husky, “is mine.” He kissed down my throat, each press of his lips followed by the scrape of fangs that threatened but didn’t pierce. My pulse raced under his mouth. The danger only made me hotter, needier. His hand slid beneath the hem of my tank top, fingertips brushing my bare skin, leaving trails of fire. I clutched his hair, holding him to me, desperate. “Please…”

he taunted, voice teasing, my smile wide, Just for you, my voice husky, my heart thundering, his flame, mine. We slipped into his car, hot leather, purring engine, city lights flashing, his hand on my thigh, warm, solid, my dress riding up, thighs exposed, burning fire, my body shaking, his bed, his hands, my hunger, my universe. We sparred, light conversation, flirtatious, Killing me in that dress, he said to me, eyes scanning, starving, my laugh deep, Try to keep up, my voice joking, my hand touching his, sparks flying, his smile wicked, Oh, I will, his vow rich, my heart soaring, tonight, his bed, our fire.

“Spicy… Temptation! That’s it. It’s mysterious, alluring… it screams ‘look at me’ without giving it all away.” “Spicy Temptation,” I repeated slowly, letting the words roll off my tongue. It felt bold. Dangerous, in the best way. Bree leaned closer, excitement bubbling in her voice. “Perfect. Now, let’s craft your bio. Something short, flirty, and… hot.” I watched her fingers fly over the screen. “A little taste of fire. A masked tease. Dancing my way into your fantasies. SPICY… the heat you didn’t know you needed.”