Hot And Flirty Novels & Stories

her tongue responding to my hot and raging long one in a tag play. slamming her ass on my desk, I pulled away from the kiss, our abrupt and heavy pants slicing through the air. panting hard, she gazed up at me, her face all flushed, her eyes holding a different kind of lust, matching the dark one that blazed in my dark hues.

I growled as I aggressively rubbed my suddenly charged core to his bulging one to extinguish the flames of my burning libido. I could do anything to devour up my mate right now ! Guess I am going through heat. fvck ! “Do you know how much the scent of your slick is spurring us on and maddening us,” Aira too growled while latching herself behind Chester and chasing her own delicious friction to calm her heated up mound. Great ! Now both- Aira and I were going through heat !! That little, s*xy minx had triggered our heats with his ingenious gift. I guess this was going to be the s*xiest gift ever given in the Ancient Dating history of ‘Gift Showers’ !!

Making her body hot, very intense and fierce. "I love you!" She breath out unconsciously but could feel the overwhelming feeling deep within her. Zayn stilled, causing her to open her doe like eyes to look up at him. Not wasting a moment, he pressed a hot, gentle yet ferocious kiss with so much passion and emotions showed and pulled all in the kiss. The gentleness of the kiss and the softness emanated a moan from her. Like fireworks, it's deflagrating and fulminating inside her in harsh hotness but at the same time, like a plume is whispering to her.

“Since when?” I shrugged. “Since always.” She scoffed. “You are so secretive. Meanwhile, I’m here suffering singlehood.” I smiled faintly. She leaned against my desk again, resting her chin on her hand. “So tell me,” she continued, eyes gleaming. “Is he hot?” I typed deliberately before answering. “Yes.” “How hot?” I paused. Too many answers rushed to mind. Dangerously hot. Infuriatingly hot. Ruins-my-self-control hot. “Normal hot,” I replied calmly.

"Do not worry baby, I am going to treat you hard here tonight! You wanted a hot sex right..? "Yes yes baby... Fuck me...!" "Very good! You shall get more than a very hot sex okay...!" "Yeah... Baby fuck me please... please..." "I am going to fuck you very haaaarrrrd baby... Just calm down..." "How... caaaan... I.. be... calm... when... my... en...tirrrre... bo...dy... is.. on fire.... Ohhhhh...!!!!" "We haven't started, and you are screaming...? Wow!!! You will feel it hot tonight right here...right now!"

Aria’s moans filled the small room, sweet and intoxicating, fueling Elara’s hunger to explore her beloved’s body with reverence and desire. Aria’s hands fidgeted as she reached for Elara, her fingers threading through the dark strands of her hair, pulling her closer with a mix of desperation and longing. When their lips met, it wasn’t gentle — it was fire. At first, hesitant, searching, but the instant Elara responded with that familiar heat, all caution evaporated. The warmth of her mouth pressed against Aria’s, hot, demanding, intoxicating, as if every inch of her lips and tongue wanted to claim Aria entirely.

My thumb had found the curve of her neck, stroking without my permission. And when she'd pressed closer, seeking heat, I'd felt something crack in the careful control I always maintained. "Careful, ma belle," I'd heard myself whisper. "Keep melting into me like that, and I might forget we're strangers." It sounded awkward to flirt with a traumatized woman who just left the rain. But she hadn't pulled away. If anything, she'd softened further, like my words had given her permission to take what she needed. Then I'd asked the question that had been burning in my mind since I'd first seen her: "What kind of man leaves a woman like you standing in the rain?"

Sloane reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that tasted like a war. It wasn't romantic; it was a collision of two people who wanted to consume each other. Julian groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his business tactics. He wanted every part of her, and he wanted it now. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips and hoisting her up onto the desk, scattering the remaining papers like confetti. He didn't waste time with gentleness, his fingers diving under her skirt and finding her already soaking wet.

Thea smiles and holds her hand. "You can tell me about it Flor." She assured her. Florentine took a deep breath before speaking. "I might be reaching too far but I think I'm having feelings for Carl." She said in one breath and squeezed Thea's hands. She was nervous. "Oh flor...." Thea called sweetly. "I don't think he likes me though, at least not in that way." Florentine expressed her fear. "Did you speak with him?" Thea asked. "What! No, no, no... I'm not crazy."

The silky hot stroke of his tongue was a shot of adrenaline and desire that spike through my body. I felt the chill as he pulled down the strap of the velvet dress I was wearing. I groaned in pleasure. Even more so as its warm hands caressed my exposed skin. His hand swept up my side, fingers flexed over my ribs. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned in response.