Imogen Lucie Sex Novels & Stories

I asked hopefully. Lucy rolled her eyes. “That’s what I was saying earlier. While you shower… she spends her time in the tub.” She shrugged. Again, my mind wandered to Eileen in a tub, her fingers gliding over her soapy breasts and swollen clit just below the water. Fuck, if my imagination were any proof, I could make big bucks directing p**n. “You two need to get on with it,” Lucy advised with a laugh. I sighed and sank down on the couch, letting the fantasy fade away. “I know, but I don’t want it to be quick and meaningless. I want romance before, during, and after. I want to make love to her, you know?”

As much as I have fantasized about having sex with a hot sexy guy like Lucian, I didn't think it would be in this situation. Lucian closed the space between us trapping me between himself and the locked door. "This dress is making me curious. And I'm so impatient to see what it is hiding" He whispered against my mouth. "We... You can touch me. Just this once" I blurted out. I want it too, there's no denying it. And I know he wouldn't come back because his reputation in school stated that he never slept with a girl twice. Lucian chuckled shamelessly," Now we are talking"

She wanted to pull the blindfold off. But Lucien’s hand curled under her chin. "He’s only here to listen. Not touch. Unless you beg me." The next scene unfolded like velvet fire. Lucien’s hands took possession of her mouth, her throat, her breasts each touch slow, deliberate, a performance. He narrated her body’s reactions for the silent watcher. Describing how her nipples peaked under his tongue. How her thighs trembled as he slid down her back, parting her legs. And when he finally entered her from behind deep, slow, unhurried, it was not just sex.

“Not quite. I just need to look like… someone else for a night. Someone glamorous, irresistible—someone people can’t stop staring at.” Lilian leaned back, crossing her arms. “You’re not giving me much to work with. What’s the big secret?” “You know me, Lil,” I said, grinning. “I don’t talk about plans until they’re set in stone. Superstition.” “Fine,” she huffed dramatically, though I caught her smile. “But I expect full credit for transforming you into the belle of the ball.” “You’ll get credit,” I said, turning onto the road leading to Regent Towers. “And maybe a thank-you dinner if this all works out. Just don’t ask questions I can’t answer, okay?”

“I-I mean, we did it…” “No way…” he growled so loudly that it stunned Emily. “You’re lying. I won’t—” “What are you saying?” Emily stood up, holding the duvet to cover her body. “We really had sex last night…” “I—I don’t remember.” Lucian shook his head and then stared at her suspiciously. “Did you drug me?” “No!” Emily’s eyes widened. “Lucian, why are you acting this way? You said that I’m yours and even marked me. Can’t you remember?”

“She will understand.’ growled Lucien, his voice a whiplash of displeasure, his hands holding the woman at bay. ‘Run along now, Jimmy there is a good little boy. Let the adults play.’ sneered Catalina, wrapping a leg around Lucien, pulling his head down to kiss him. But Lucien pushed her away. “Sorry babe.’ He said, without a hint of regret in his voice, ‘But I have got to check the cage.’ She clung to him. ‘Don’t leave me, darling. ‘She panted urgently. She pulled his hand and made to place it between her thighs, moaning. "I am on fire for you, baby...please...' She pushed her hips, rotating them to make his hand slip between her thighs as she rucked up her skirt invitingly. Schwartz turned

He hissed at the cold, but his body was too overheated to care. He rolled his shoulders under the spray, then grabbed his cock, trying to picture Emily—light brown hair, hazel eyes, apple-pie appeal. He knew she was kind and optimistic and eager for a family. But what would she look like without clothes? What kind of lover would she be? Luc couldn’t picture her sexually at all. But sex wasn’t everything. He enjoyed her sense of humor and friendship, her sweetness and . . . The idea of sex with her bored him.

The midday sun streamed through the study window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow as Nickey stepped inside, his gaze immediately drawn to Trina. She stood bent over a large wooden desk, her emerald green dress hugging her curves, the fabric stretched taut as she shuffled through a stack of papers. A soft, almost involuntary moan slipped from her lips, a sound that stirred the air between them. Nickey felt a twinge of both revenge and longing rise within him. This was his plan—to use her allure against Michael, the cousin who had shattered his life.

Just one touch from him, she was already so wet and ready. Lucien pushed his finger slowly, lapping out her juices as he slowly whispered next to her ears, " That's it....get wet for me, Darling! I only need a good fuck!" His dirty words only turned Isabella on. She parted her legs subconsciously for him. Lucien supported himself on the desk. With one hand, he turned down the zipper. One swift movement, he pushed his member inside her wetness. Isabella let out a moan, throwing her head back. She began to moan and groan gradually. At the same time, he pushed her clothes up and grasped her perking nipples. Their bodies molded together badly. The sound of their sex were echoing through the room

Her sweet honey pot made me accelerate and thrust into her as she tied her legs around my waist and moaned as if she had missed the strokes. "Kill me babe... Fuck it... Go hard," she moaned. I had fucked numerous ladies even the married ones but she was extraordinarily hot and sexy. Her boobs bounced on my chest as I thrusted hard into her. Few minutes later, I could not control myself anymore. I spilled my seed into her cunt and lay on top of her as she held me tightly and kissed my neck. What a superb feeling! "I love you Charlotte, am going to do anything for you," few words escaped from my lips as I felt her warmth. She continued kissing me as if she had not heard what I had just said.