Imogen Lucie Sex Novels & Stories

"I don't want to do it, Jason! I love you! But if I don't, my mom is going to die!" He violently yanked his hand away, his eyes full of total fury. "Lucien? Out of all the people in the world, my billionaire cousin? The guy who thinks he owns everything?" He started pacing the room, kicking a stray shoe across the floor. "And you just said yes? You're just going to go be his little housewife?" "I didn't have a choice!"

Eveline didn’t care for his opinion on a regular day, but his silence was unnerving and tugging at her seams. “Is this some kind of prelude to us having sex?” She asked, hopping off the stool. She marched over to where he stood, her arms tightly folded across her chest. “Are you being nice so I’ll sleep with you? Because we didn’t get to do that last time I was here.” Lucien turned around slowly, his expression tightening. As if she’d slapped him. It disappeared before she could take the words back, a shuttered look taking over. “Do I want to sleep with you?” He took a step closer, his gaze falling to her chest deliberately. It lingered there until she could feel her nipples tighten and her

I held the back of the chair in front of me and I instantly felt dizzy. It was more money than I had ever seen in my whole life. It was even more than I ever thought I would need, but I needed it. Just for him and for Jace. Lucien sat down across from me and he looked completely calm. It was like this was nothing. It was like offering five million dollars for a fake marriage was just another business deal to him. He steepled his fingers in front of him. “The conditions are simple. You will live here with me. You will play the role of my wife in public and in private, you will keep to yourself. No touching, no feelings and no lies.”

He nuzzled against her, his lips on her neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to her earlobe, where she'd always been ticklish. " Ooh," she whispered. " Ooh! Oh, oh, oh. . . Fu*k." She sighed, as he worked his fingers against the slick seam . . . and then she forgot to pose, forgot about trying to look good, and lost herself inside her own pleasure. Luci watched her squeeze her eyes shut as she clamped her thighs against his wrist and snapped her hips up, once, twice, three times before she froze, all the muscles in her thighs and belly and bottom tense and quivering, and he felt her contract against his fingers.

The lace gathers on her thighs were quite enticing, but all I could imagine were the pale creamy thighs if another brown eyed witch that had enticed me. “How about a kiss instead?” I grunted, pulling her by the hand so that she fell all over my thighs. Her hair, heavy and wavy, swayed with each movement and she giggled endlessly. It irked me. Imogen did not giggle. No, she sighed and moaned, made the most sensual of sounds that drove me mad and stirred up intense feelings within. I wanted to hear her make those naughty sounds, I wanted to see her eyes widened as I played with her pussy, her juices dripping everywhere, running down my fingers making my mouth wet. I wanted to hear her scream w

Lucian muttered as he spread her legs open to reveal her pink sex, shining and wet “Please Lucien” “Please what?” “...please..hurry” after Freya had said that, leucine dived in for her pussy, licking in straight clean as the sensation had her shaking on the bed as she clutched to the sheet He nipped and sucked and trusted his tongue in a maddening stroke that had Freya almost gasping as her body shuddered with want “ ah-yes, Lucien” she cried out as he felt her climax build and she came

“You okay?” She murmurs that she is and gives a faint nod. Lucien grabs her hips, fingertips digging into her skin as he positions the tip of his cock at her dripping entrance. He inches inside, and her moan is muffled around Rowen’s cock. He fills her, his girth stretching her and making her pussy burn. “Fuck, Alycia, I’m barely inside you and my cock’s already ready to explode.” Lucien pushes deeper, and her mouth goes slack as she loses the ability to form a single rational thought.

His jaw tightened, a flash of genuine anger crossing his eyes as I walked past him down the hallway. A breath I didn't know I was holding escaped my lips. I turned the corner to my bedroom, desperate for sanctuary. Tyler was right after all. I need to show Sean I have the upper hand now. I threw the door to my bedroom open and the sight stopped me dead in my tracks. The air in the room was hot, thick with the heavy scent of sweat. Lucille was riding a guy I’d never seen before—hot, sweaty, very enthusiastic. She was on top, hips moving with purpose, head thrown back in pleasure as the guy gripped her thighs, groaning. The sounds, the movement, the way she was completely lost in it—it was int

I pictured his stunning blue eyes, his hard jawline, the masculine rasp of his voice. I felt myself grow wet. “You like this, sweetheart?” Lucian pressed his face into my neck and kept thrusting, the hair on his chest scratching the soft skin of my breasts. My hands clung to his back, and I imagined that muscular man on top of me. I visualized my nails slicing his skin. I pictured how big his dick must be, how tight his body was. That made me wetter. My imagination was so powerful, it also made me come. Lucian came at the same time. “Fuck…” He filled me with his come and stayed on top of me, so lazy that he left all of his weight on me until I could barely breathe.

Lucie felt her own pussy tingle and dampen as she felt Emmas. Lucie broke their kiss and brought her wet finger up to her lips and licked it as Emma watched, before she touched it to Emma's lips for her to taste. Lucie knew she had to make the first real sexual move and so started to lower herself to her knees all the time looking up at Emma. Soon she was kneeling before Emma's hips and she could feel the heat and smell of her arousal as she was so close to her pulsating pussy.