Hot And Heavy Books Novels & Stories

Just me and my best friend trapped in the crazy heat. Sweat poured down my body in heavy streams. It ran over my chest. Dripped off my nipples. Slid between my legs and made my balls feel wet and heavy. My cock rested thick on my thigh. It was not soft anymore. The heat made it swell slow and steady. The head felt sensitive and shiny with a mix of sweat and pre-cum leaking out. I tried to ignore it but my dick kept twitching every time I breathed.

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Sloane let out a whimpering moan, her fingers gripping the edge of the wood as she felt him line himself up at her entrance, the tip of his cock probing her wetness with a slow, agonizing precision. With one massive, driving thrust, Julian buried himself deep inside her, the force of the impact knocking the wind out of her and sending a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. Sloane screamed, her body convulsing around him as he filled her completely, hitting her cervix with a power that felt like it was splitting her in two. He didn't give her a second to adjust, immediately beginning to hammer into her with a relentless, animalistic pace, his hips slamming against her backside with a we

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I'd run myself through them, picturing the heavy, soft flesh they were meant to hold. Today was a peak performance. The magazine was open to a spread featuring two women, all tangled limbs and hungry mouths. The late afternoon sun slanted through her blinds, casting hot stripes across the page and my back. My hips pistoned against the silken bedspread, my breath coming in short gasps. I had her red bikini top wrapped around my length, the rough seam of the fabric adding a delicious edge. My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling.

Forbidden Pleasures My Stepbrothers 1 That Hot Saturday Lisa’s pov The middle of July had brought with it a suffocating, unrelenting heatwave that seemed to trap the entire city under a heavy blanket of humid air. By mid-afternoon on that specific Saturday, the temperature outside had climbed well into the upper nineties, and even the heavy-duty central air conditioning system inside the sprawling, luxurious mansion was struggling to keep the rooms at a comfortable level. The vast, high-ceilinged house felt incredibly empty, quiet, and thick with an unspoken, uncomfortable tension that seemed to vibrate through the very walls.

Chapter 2 Aria woke up feeling numb all over. Last night was the wildest night of her life. Her head hurt because of all the drinks she had last night. For a few seconds after opening her eyes, she didn’t know where she was. The room was quiet, dark, and nothing like her own. The air smelled like cedarwood and something faintly spicy, masculine, and expensive. Then her heart dropped. She wasn’t home. She wasn’t even close to home. And the body heat beside her last night… wasn’t Evan’s.

The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me. Nora's body shook, sucking furiously on my tongue while moaning into my mouth as my fingers gained momentum. "God, Nathan, yes!!!" "Nah..." I muttered against her lips, increasing the pace of my fingers, not hesitating to slide in my forefinger. God, she was so wet, dripping and it was driving me crazy. "God's not the one making you drip, is he?" "Nooo!!! Fuck!!" Her hands flared in desperate search for something to hold on to, but since there was nothing in sight, she settled for the sleeves of my shirt, holding it tighter as I slid in and out with the kind of speed that even shook the desk.

The caption read: “Hot ??” I smiled to myself and completing the statement under my breath: “Hot… sauce.” Curiosity got the better of me. I scrolled down to the comments. Of course, they were filled with girls. One wrote: “Tasted this sauce… would wanna taste your hotness next” Another: “You are hotter anyway” A third: “Can I be your hot sauce, baby?” I kept reading, my jealousy rising with every thirsty comment. My chest felt tight. I knew it was silly — he was with menow — but seeing so many girls openly flirting with him still stung. I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone aside.