Hot Desire Novels & Stories

It doesn’t burn me, but it brings a heat, a need, a desire that is so strong that my already hard dick becomes painfully hard. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her body to me as tightly as I can. Her arms go around me and it’s as if her body melts into mine, the heat between us making me desperate to get closer to her, to bury myself inside her and stroke the embers of her heat, igniting it into the fire that I know she possesses.

The risk would keep it hot. The week of forbidden pleasure had started with a shower and ended with us completely hooked. Step-sibling secret. The hottest one I ever kept.

I lean down and give her a deep, bruising kiss that steals her breath away, pushing my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. “Mmm.” She moans softly. I feel my dick hardening again and have to pull back, ghosting a soft kiss over her swollen lips. “Get dressed before I lose it and fuck you again.” “Well, I don’t mind, Hottie,” she says with a mischievous smile. “Hottie? What’s that?” “It means you are hot. The absolute, most gorgeous man on earth... You have no idea how hot you are and how fucking insane you drive me… or why so many women want you.”

I could not take it anymore. The heat between my legs had become unbearable, a steady throb that matched the frantic beat of my heart. My shorts were drenched, the cotton clinging to every swollen fold, my clit pulsing angrily against the soaked fabric. Every video pushed me closer to the edge, but the barrier of clothing only made the ache sharper, more desperate. I needed more. I needed direct touch. I needed release.

His voice had dipped lower, rich and dangerous, like it had been dipped in heat and steel. A shiver ran down my spine. Heat curled low in my stomach, traitorous and wild. My nipples tightened beneath my baggy T-shirt, and I silently cursed my body for betraying me at the worst possible time. Then his next words rolled out like a slow, torturous tease; “Are you… catching feelings for me, Miss Anderson?”

The overwhelming heat between us becomes apparent quickly. We aren't going to be taking our time exploring each others bodies. This is going to be passionate and feverish. His hands make quick work off tearing off my clothes, not once taking his mouth off mine. I'm always amazed by how good of a kisser he is, claiming me like he owns me, sweeping his tongue through my mouth as he steals all my breath away. Once all my clothes have been discarded of, the reality that this is really happening, that I'm not backing down from Ark's desire.

“FUCK, HURRY!” I exclaimed. I don’t know how many times I’ve been devalued at relish. I feel like I’m not the former Cherry who is unobtrusive and full of bodily innocence. He awakened what had long been hidden in the corner of my being- and that was lust, hunger, desire, and horniness and eroticism. He quickly stood up and pulled his fingers to my mouth. He stood up and arranged my seat over the sink.

“Alexander… I feel very hot. My whole body seems to be burning, I need you, please.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but I heard it clearly. And the moment I did, I felt my dick throb painfully as I pulled her closer, her intoxicating perfume clouding my senses. “Why wouldn’t you feel hot, you idiot? You drank five glasses of aphrodisiac.” Explanation: An aphrodisiac is a type of substance that is believed to stimulate sexual desire or arousal, making one feel more sexually active.

hot, demanding, tasting like coffee and mint. His hands would slide roughly under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he ground his hard cock against me. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, hear his low, desperate groans every time he thrust deep inside me, filling me completely. My legs would shake around his waist while he fucked me hard and fast, sweat slick on our skin, my nails digging into his back as I cried out his name. Those nights left me sore, satisfied, and completely fucking his. Now we barely even touched each other except for quick kisses when we passed each other in the morning. Sometimes, he would text “I miss you” late at night from different countries

"Trust me .. You will be happy later. Begging me to make love to you .. Again .. And again." "Nope .. Never. Mmh ... Mmh .. Blaze .. Mmh ... Why is my body feel hot?" I felt immense heat, I felt like I was inside of a burning house surrounded by fire, I was in it .. On fire.