Hot Steamy Makeout Novels & Stories

He threw his head back and let out a groan as he filled me with his hot cum. Without pulling out he leaned down and said, “you’re mine.” Then his lips crashed against mine, pulling me into a long, steamy kiss.

And the steamy situation headed down a hotter, more intense path. Anna rubbed his hardness with his softness, she created a rhythm along his thickening length that made the man grunt as he pulled at his hair at intervals. “Anna…” He groaned as her lips caressed the head of his dick. She intensified the steamy moment by throating his thickness some more and the man creamed as an effect. Anna didn’t wish to show it, but she was glad she was making him feel that way. She smiled because she loved that she was able to make him feel that way.

Our breaths mingled, and I whispered, "You have no idea how much I've missed this." Her eyes, filled with desire and love, met mine. "Show me," she challenged, her voice a breathy whisper. I guided her down slowly, the sensation of her warmth enveloping me. She let out a soft moan, her nails digging into my shoulders. The water sloshed around us as we moved together, every sensation heightened by the hot tub's warmth and the intimacy of the moment. "God, Stella," I groaned, my grip on her tightening as I thrust deeper. "You feel so fucking incredible."

The way she met my aggression with every thrust and not backing down from the challenge. Her wall clenched around me; she was at the edge pulling out her; she released a waterfall over my body. Growling with happiness, I flipped her over, placing her legs over my shoulders. Enjoying my rough lovemaking once again. Her body was a quivering mess. Finding our climax together. I clasped on top of her, kissing her lip, rolling on my side, stroking her hair, and untangling the knots I created. "I love you, Hot Stuff." I mumbled against her head.

Henry laughs softly, a sound that only strengthens the deep connection we share in this intimate moment. I place my finger in his mouth. "Suck it; make it wet," I whisper, a mischievous smile tugging at my lips as I feel his warm breath against my skin. Henry’s eyes darken with desire as he complies, sending a shiver down my spine. His tongue rolls expertly around my finger, sucking it in with seductive charm.

I growl at him, he is so full of himself. Opening my mouth to reply him he goes in for a steamy hot make out instead, I growl as he keeps moving on to third base, moving his hands to squeeze each one ass cheek, I growl as I move in rhythm with his hips, the only thing stopping us from going to third base is his towel, and my laced panties, Stan loves to get hot, rough, and no breaks, the guy could go on for hours when all I can handle is maximum two sides of him. “Let’s help each other out with this evil stress,” he kisses me again while my face is red from his intense make out, my pink lips are sore from his rough kisses, but right now I want him to be rough.

To have your own sister give evidence that she had swallowed your entire load of cum was hot beyond words. Releasing my hold on her head, Maddie slowly stood up. Then she kissed me again. This time, she held nothing back. Wrapping her arms around me, she worked her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the faintly bitter aftertaste of my cum, but I didn't care. We made out for ten minutes while the hot stream of water rinsed away all evidence of our crime. When she finally pulled away from me, she was out of breath. So was I. She glanced down between us and let out a soft gasp.

She grinned, "I can do my stretching this way," and threw her legs way back. I coaxed them wider yet and laid my dick on the tiny, shaved mound...we could feel each other's heat, when I pressed the shaft against the steamy slit. Her eyes lit up with lust, and her body felt like it was on fire. Begging for penetration, she rolled her hips slowly, sliding her pussy over the shaft.

As he gently pulled her towards him, she felt the warmth of his body against hers, a comforting presence in the midst of their heated encounter. The bathroom, their private haven, was filled with their shared breaths and the soft murmur of their whispers. As Lucas leaned in, his lips meeting Louisa's in a passionate embrace, the world outside ceased to exist. It was just them, lost in their world of shared love and desire. As their bodies moved in rhythm, the steam around them seemed to rise, creating a veil that shielded them from the world outside. Their hearts beat in unison, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and passion that was as steamy as the bathwater that surrounded them.

I looked up at him, my eyes watering, my mouth full of him, and I hummed my agreement. He came with a low groan, his hips bucking forward as he emptied himself into my throat. I swallowed. Every drop. The taste was bitter and hot and perfect, and I kept my mouth on him until he pulled away, soft and spent, his hand still tangled in my hair. I stayed on my knees. My lips were swollen. My thighs were wet. The cum was still warm in my throat. He looked down at me with a satisfied smile. “Good girl.” He tucked himself back into his pants, buckled his belt, and ran a hand through his hair. “You did well.”