Novel & Cerita Hot Gay Romance

And more, he gave, every stroke digging deeper into me, every strike against my bare butt cheeks, was a near-death experience as he pounded me nonstop, not giving me any room to breathe. I did not want anything else, just being his slut was a big deal, I was willing to die taking big daddy's dick than salvaging my 6 years old friendship with Olivia, unremorsefully. _____________ Juliana Roberts, 23 years old, Fashion Blogger, falls in love with her best friend's uncle and Godfather, Charles Davenport who owns a fashion brand she's obsessed with. This is a steamy story of how one friendly night on the yacht led to several nights of passionate romance and sexcapades.

Silver takes my hand. You want to know what sucks? Being gay in high school, being surrounded by hot guys you can never look at because looking is just as bad as assuming one's gay. Then you end up like me at a party 4 shots in and I can't help it, fuck I want one... a guy I mean, I'm surrounded.

Thanks, Cupid. Hunter stepped closer, towering over me. He picked up a remote, and loud music filled the room, the heavy beat making my heart race. Without warning, he slapped my face with his massive cock—hard, not playful. My heart raced. This wasn’t a hookup; I was their fucktoy. I opened my mouth, licking his tip, tasting his salty precum. These San Francisco guys were mostly bi, I won’t be shocked if they'd been messing around before I got here.

"Do you think I like staying away from you? Do you think it’s easy for me to watch you smile at someone else? To see another man touch you, make you laugh, stand beside you where I used to be?" He thumped his chest with his fist, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. "It fucking hurts, Rhea." His breathing was ragged now. He looked at her, eyes filled not with desire, but with heartbreak. "I know I can’t love you like that. You know I can’t. I’m gay, Rhea. And you’ve always known that."

Mara gasped at the contact and her eyes widened as he pushed inside. It wasn't gentle. It was a hard, claiming thrust that buried him to the hilt in one brutal motion. The stretch was immediate and shocking that Mara cried out, her hands instantly going to her mouth. She covered it, praying the sound didn't get to the ears of her sleeping and oblivious husband, who was undoubtedly snoring upstairs, unaware of what was happening right under his nose. Matt groaned as his head dropped to her shoulder, his breath hot against her neck. “Fuck,” he hissed. “So tight. So fucking wet for me.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

The click-clack of a woman's high heels approaching the confessional stall gave the priest an unarguable guess of his next penitent's gender. The door swung open and almost immediately, the fragrance she wore stole the atmosphere. Fr Gregory became the curious cat. Well, he has always been. Then the overwhelming and compelling need to see this woman whom reminds him of Rose of Rome. This penitent who was there for absolution and whose fragrance reminds him of the years he hoped to spend his youth on the thighs of Rose an Italian beauty queen. Some how, this fragrance evoked feelings of sensuality and hot coitus desires even though it felt wrong at the moment.

Uncle Mark chuckled darkly to himself as the tires screamed against the gravel and the vehicle drifted away into the dark. The vehicle cruised off the gravel, speeding off the small pathway. Deep in the city, in a small unknown hotel room in London, Yelena and Garrett were having their usual secret sexual escapades. Yelena was resting on his arm while Garrett rubbed his feet against hers inside the sheets. She kept touching his nose and kissing his fingers. Garrett wasn't sure of it anymore, he only played along to keep himself safe from Yelena’s unpredictable anger. There was no doubt she wanted him for the sex, the only man her heart ran after was Jonathan. She blindly believed Jonathan wo

I shake my head. "My dad won't understand, Archie. He won't care how we tell him or where or why or whatever, all he'll see is that I'm still gay while still dating a man that he will now think of as a predator. He'll start to question me about everything and just make everything worse and-" Archie cuts me off by pulling me into a hug as he starts to see me work myself into a panic attack. I grip his shirt in my hands as I try to calm myself down from everything just crashing down around me. Not only will there be a whole pack of angry wolves looking for me and my boyfriend, but now my dad will start to see me as an even worse person because of the man I chose to be with.

The man stepped out of his heavy robes that are dark as night and draped himself behind his lover—nosing the smooth expanse of wet skin with vigor want, kissing his lover’s neck before hugging him from behind. “I missed you. How was hell?” Lux asked, throwing his head back as he felt his lover trail his hands down his sensitive spots. “I was only gone for a few hours, love.” “Still, I can’t get enough of you.” Lux licked his lips and hummed in pleasure as his husband pressed himself closer to him, insinuating the things that is about to happen. “You really like playing this dangerous game with me huh.” The taller male growled as he pushed himself against his lover, letting the other feel his