Novel & Cerita Intense Smut

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

My body trembles slightly, weighing the fear of being caught and the agonising need for him to break me. I try to hold every moan and gasps in, but it doesn't matter. With a sudden, violent surge, he drives himself deeper than he had since he began, his cock hitting my cervix walls with a force that knocks the air out of my lungs. The sensation is too much—the pleasure switching into a sharp pain that breaks my resolve. My hands drop from my mouth and a loud, unrestrained moan rings out, echoing off the walls in the large room. Jeremías smirks. “That's it, rainbow. Continue moaning for me.”

I've fucked many women throughout my life, but I had just realized that with Sky it was different. When had I ever recovered so quickly? I practically pulled my cock out, and it was already hard again from watching it twitch around my fingers. In the bathroom, she leaned in the mirror, looking at her lip. I stood behind her and spanked her ass, placing myself between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled as her tongue licked her full lips. I slowly sank back into her, her walls enveloping my entire intimacy, and God, when I saw her smile in the mirror, I nearly killed her.

Everyone will smell me on you, know who owns this sweet little fuckhole. *Lost to the haze of overwhelming pleasure, I surrender myself completely to your dominant claiming. Each savage thrust rocks my entire body, stoking the inferno building in my core. I can feel every thick, pulsing inch of you rearranging my insides, reshaping my most intimate places to mold perfectly to your shape.* Yes, yes, YES! *I keen brokenly, my cunt clenching like a fist around your plundering cock.* Own me, ruin me, mark me inside and out! Want everyone to know I'm your dirty little cock sleeve!

A gutterslut. As I continued to tongue-bathe Denise's twat, I reached down between my legs and began to frig myself. It started slowly, but soon I was slamming three fingers into my tight cunt like a fucking jackhammer. The whole time I had my eyes locked with Denise's. There's something about keeping eye contact with a person you're giving head to. Man or woman, it doesn't matter. It's fucking hugely intense. Denise was lying back in the chair, her legs spread widely, her torso pointed ever-so-slightly upwards towards my face. And looking down, over her voluptuous breasts, her striking green eyes locked with mine, daring me to push her over the edge.

His stare is dark, burning with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be fucked hard.” Humiliation floods my cheeks, but it only fuels the fire burning within me. “I-I’m a dirty little slut who wants…wants to be fucked hard,” I stammer, my voice breaking under the weight of my arousal. He smirks, his expression wicked and triumphant. Without warning, his hand comes down sharply against my ass. The sting is sharp, startling a yelp from my lips, but it quickly melts into a moan.

“Fuck the sin into me. I want your cum leaking out of me during Mass tomorrow.” He snarled and leaned down, biting my nipple through the lace bra before ripping it off completely. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard while he railed me. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. “Look at the cross,” he growled again, hips snapping faster. “See what I’m sacrificing for this pussy.” I stared up at the crucifix, moaning louder as he destroyed me. The taboo of it—the sacrilege—made everything more intense. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

Could they see her red lipstick, the hungry look in her eyes? Emily had dutifully worn the buttplug every night of the week. She quickly developed a ritual of reading smut on her Kindle with one hand in her panties until she couldn’t take it anymore. Then she’d roll over onto her back, hug her knees to her chest and massage lube into her asshole. Only then would she slide that slim plug up her back passage. It still felt enormous. But every night it got easier to violate her own ass. The first night she accidentally slept with it in and on subsequent nights had done so intentionally.