روايات وقصص ضمن Hot And Steamy Historical Romances

His body drove into mine with each stroke while his balls pressed against me rhythmically. I pushed back to meet every thrust and savored the way he dominated the moment. The steam made the air heavy and hot around us. I reached one hand behind me to grip his thigh and encourage him further. Holland answered by sliding one hand around to cup my breast and roll the nipple between his fingers. The combination kept my arousal burning strong even after the first climax.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

Chapter 2 I went to bed that night and the thought of her was still in my mind. I could not shake it she made me hot just thinking of her. By now I had a raging hard on. I thought of her fine ass in those tight low cut jeans. I started to stroke my cock without even realizing it. I remembered how she walked away from me and how her hips swung provocatively in front of my eyes. I took off my pajama pants and felt my balls; they were swollen and felt full. I remembered her sexy red bra and wondered if her panties matched or even if she wore any. I didn't see any telltale panty lines, so maybe it was the hot thong I had dreamed of.

My pussy clenched at the sight. “Oh god,” I whispered, fingers trailing down my own body instinctively. “That’s so hot.” They broke apart, breathing hard. Damien looked down at me. “You like watching your men kiss, Marilyn?” “More than I should.” My voice was husky. I sat up slowly, the dress long abandoned. “Don’t stop on my account.” Cas pulled Damien closer, their bodies pressing together beside me, hard cocks brushed. Damien groaned into Cas’s mouth, hand wrapping around both shafts, stroking them together in slow, firm pulls. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room.

Adrian’s breath was hot against her ear, whispering forbidden promises. The night spiraled into an endless storm of silk, skin, and steel. Cassie surrendered to the chaos, the hate, the hunger, the unrelenting need. In the darkness, beneath the cold glow of the city lights, revenge tasted like fire, and love was the most dangerous blade of all.

Hot steam filled the small space instantly. He stepped into the tub still carrying her and the water cascaded over them both in a warm torrent. Only then did he lower her slowly until her feet touched the porcelain. He pressed her front against the cool tile wall and slid back inside from behind in one smooth motion. The water made everything slick and hot and perfect. He fucked her hard and fast now and one large hand slipped between her legs to rub her clit in tight relentless circles while the other clamped firmly over her mouth to swallow every cry.

Her breast pressed to his chest, one hand held her by the waist while the other squeezed her a*s as they french kissed. Regardless of what I was seeing, I continued to turn the pages, it was hard not to. And there were even more breath-taking sensual images as I went on. My breathing changed. I felt it—low and steady—that slow bloom of heat building in my stomach. My thighs pressed together instinctively, and my grip on the glossy pages tightened.

“Yes, sir.” “Good girl.” His fingers thread into my hair, gripping tight as he guides me forward. “Open.” I part my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty bead of pre-cum on his tip. His breath hisses between his teeth, his grip in my hair tightening as I take him into my mouth. He’s hot and heavy on my tongue, the taste of him musky and intoxicating. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, my throat opening for him as he starts to move, his hips rolling in slow, deliberate thrusts.