Novel & Cerita Kidnapping Erotica

His fingers ran across my stomach and it sent chills up my whole body and a weird feeling down there for me. "You've never been touched. Makes this all the better to me." He ripped my underwear off leaving me completely speechless at first."T-those were my favorite." I cried seeing them in a pile on the floor now."I'll buy you so many more." He said calmly before pulling me closer.I felt his breath again and this time I couldn't help but lift my hips up.He pinned my hips down though making me squirm a little.

I gripped her hips and fucked her in a steady rhythm, watching the way her body took the thick cock, the way her back arched when I angled just right. “That’s it,” I murmured. “Take it.” I picked up the pace, still controlled but harder, the harness slapping against her skin. Each thrust dragged a louder cry out of her. I reached around and found her clit, rubbing tight circles while I drove into her. Her thighs started to shake. .. .. Author's POV The meanwhile, outside the closed door of Sophia and Mary’s room, a small cluster of nuns had gathered in the dim hallway. The thick stone walls couldn’t fully muffle the sounds coming from inside...they listen to each moan

“Your third fantasy, little fan. The one you poured into your laptop at nineteen… the ruthless kidnapper who steals the blushing bride straight from the altar before she can say her sacred vows. You want me to make it real? Extreme? No mercy? I swallowed hard, my nipples tightening into aching peaks. My voice was a breathless whisper. “Yes… make it extreme. Make me feel every second of it. Kidnap me properly.” A slow, devastatingly attractive smile curved his lips. “Good girl.” He reached into the pocket of his discarded jacket and produced two small white pills along with a glass of water. “These will drop you completely. When you wake, you’ll be bound, helpless, and entirely at my mercy. Y

He ate my pussy so desperately and with the camera in view I came on his face, forcing his head to my crotch to drink every drop of cum. He obliged, drinking all of it. Then I got up and pushed him onto the back seat of the Jeep, sliding off the cock ring. The fishnets and blue lingerie hugged my body as I climbed over him, and impaled my swollen cunt onto his thick ten-inch cock in one brutal motion. I bounced on him like crazy, building a fast rhythm with my hips. My ass slapped against his thighs as I moved and my breasts jiggled inside the sheer lace. Digging my nails in his chest, I increased my pace, bouncing even more till my breasts spilled out of the lingerie. His groans sounded lik

“Strip, Corporate Cum Queen. We’re upgrading the contract today.” My heart hammered as I peeled off my blouse and skirt, standing naked in front of them. Jax opened the box and pulled out the most insane BDSM contraption I’d ever seen: a full-body leather harness with silver rings, built-in nipple clamps connected by thin chains, a thick remote-controlled dildo with a bulbous base that locked inside me, electric stim pads for my clit and inner thighs, and a delicate silver shock collar that read “Property of Strategic Innovations” in tiny engraved letters.

every time she held onto me like she'd fall apart otherwise it was all mine. The door creaked behind us, wood groaning in protest, but I didn't care. I didn't slow down. I slammed into her harder, faster, our bodies moving in frantic sync, her moans growing louder until I pressed my hand over her mouth. "Quiet," I growled. "You want Layla to hear you screaming my name?" She shook her head, eyes wild, body trembling under the weight of what we were doing. "Then take it. Like a good girl."

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

When you discover an erotic novel in a dusty old bookstore, you never imagined that your secret fantasy could become a reality. But then, you transmigrated into the world of the book, and you find yourself mistaken for the heroine, the sister of the Alpha’s nemesis in “Taken by the Pack,” “You can’t run from your fate,” Captured by the powerful and ruthless Alpha Lythal and his pack, you become their plaything, a cüm-dump for the pack. #transmigration #captivity #BDSM #pack #powerplay #degradation #Alpha #werewolves #submission #gangbang #fantasy

“Yes! Fill Mommy’s womb again. Get me pregnant with your hot seed. I want to carry your baby while Jake has no idea what his friend has been doing to me.” Her filthy breeding talk ignited something primal in me. I fucked her even harder, the wet slapping sounds filling the enclosure. I slid two fingers into her mouth, letting her suck them sloppy and wet, then pressed one thick finger against her tight asshole. I circled it slowly while still hammering her pussy with long, powerful strokes. Elena gasped. “Put it in, baby. Finger Mommy’s ass while you stretch my cunt. I need it all.” I pushed my finger knuckle-deep inside her. She clenched hard around both my cock and finger. I pumped the fin

I hold her there, merciless, letting the camera drink it in. Tears roll down her cheeks. Her bound hands flex uselessly above her head. She’s destroyed, and still not clicking. Which means she's still mine. I slam my free hand down on her ass—crack—and she jolts, the vibration humming around my cock. “Fuck! If I’d known kidnapping you’d be this goddamn perfect, I’d have kidnapped you months ago.” I thrust up into her throat, slow and brutal, watching her struggle and take it, watching her break and love it. The chat’s screaming, tips raining, but I don’t give a shit about them. This isn’t for them anymore.