Kinky Story Novels & Stories

“Fuck… still so tight. Three weeks and this little hole is gripping me like it forgot how big I am.” He kept going until his hips were flush against mine, every inch buried. Then he stayed there, grinding in slow, deep circles. The base of his cock rubbed my clit with every rotation. The table creaked under us. My wetness and the leftover ice cream made everything slick and filthy-sounding each small movement of his hips produced a thick, wet noise that filled the quiet kitchen.

So tonight I parked, walked to the door, and stepped inside before I could change my mind. The entrance was quiet and controlled with soft lighting. A woman who stood behind a small counter looked up with a polite smile. “Name?” “Elena.” “Nice to have you Elena. Is this your first time?” “No not really, I’m not new to the lifestyle, just the club.” “Alright then welcome to Kinky Secrets.” She typed something, then gestured to a tray of colored bands.

Even that slight touch of his sent goosebumps on my skin. "I'm sorry she did this to you." "Did you have sex with her before? Is that why she zeroed in on this specific area?" I asked rather boldly. "Jesus, Kinley, contrary to popular belief, I actually don't fuck everything that moves. No, I have never had sex with Jade." I raised a brow, "Why are you so angry at that question?" "Do you think I sleep with every women I come across, Kinley? Is that really what you are thinking?"

One of his knees pushed between my thighs, spreading me open. His free hand slips under the hem of my dress and finds the soaked lace of my panties. He groaned, his fingers slid over the wet fabric. “Soaked already,” he muttered.“All for me?” “Yes father,” I admit, the word barely a whisper. “God, yes. It’s been months since Nicholas touched me and I feel like I’m going crazy, I'm losing my mind…ohhh...” Two thick fingers hook the lace aside and stroke through my folds, gathering the slickness there.

We were kissing like we hated each other for what we did and wanted each other for what we did at the same time. My fingers slipped into her shorts, finding her already wet. She moaned into my mouth when I rubbed her socked clit. She moaned into my mouth and shoved me back against the counter, her hands sliding under my t-shirt to squeeze my bare ass--soft. She squeezed it. We moved to the couch next, half-naked, grinding against each other like animals. Her thigh pressed between my legs, her wet pussy ground against my skin as she leaned down and bit my bottom lip, and mine between hers. We were both soaked, breathing hard, whispering filthy, broken things between kisses.

The long drive, the stress from finals, and now him, it was too much. I flopped onto the bed, breathing hard. My body felt wound tight. I needed release. Badly. I shoved my shorts down just enough, wrapped my hand around my already half-hard cock, and started stroking. Fast. Desperate. Eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the feeling. The door creaked open. “Still can’t even lock a damn door properly…” Ryan’s voice cut off. I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick, shorts tangled around my thighs. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide for a second before they darkened, pupils blowing wide with something hungry.

“Strip first, slowly. I want to enjoy every single second of this.” His eyes burned with barely contained hunger as he yanked off his jacket, then his tie. Buttons flew as he tore his shirt open. He revealed that he had a powerful and well-sculpted torso and when he shoved his trousers down, his cock sprang free; thick, rock-hard, and the head already glistening. I licked my lips. “On your knees.” Kane dropped instantly as his resistance had finally shattered. I hiked my skirt to my waist and spread my legs wide on the edge of the desk, and pulled my soaked panties to the side.

The age and experience gap showed in every move confident and filthy. We moved to the big window as evening deepened the city lights sparkling below. Kieran stood and pressed me against the cool glass, his body pinning me from behind. His hard cock rubbed against my ass while he kissed my neck. “Look at that view while I touch you,” he growled one hand between my legs, rubbing my clit fast. “I am going to fuck you properly soon. Bend you over and pound that sweet cunt until you scream.” My hands pressed flat on the glass as I pushed back against him moaning.

Furthermore, Declan needed to pay for what he did to me back then. When I heard all that, I couldn't stop myself from hugging Bryson. "You're so good to me." For the first time, I understood what it felt like to have someone in my corner, never once knowing that it could feel this good. I couldn't help but tiptoe to kiss Bryson in the next second. As things heated up, my hand drifted downward. I thought of the rumors that Bryson suffered from erectile dysfunction, triggering my curiosity. He noticed what I was doing, so he caught my hand and brought it to his lips. "What now? Are you trying to tempt me?"

' Except the wind wasn’t coming from outside, it was pulsing from the book itself. A golden glow spilled out between its pages. My jaw dropped as my hair whipped around my face, tugged by a force that wasn’t natural. Then my whole body lifted off the floor. “What the hell?!” My scream tore from my throat as I was dragged into the blinding light. And then.. “Hello, Kayla Turi. I am Ety. You have spoken the password to the story portal. Prepare yourself. It begins now.” Portal? What do you mean by portal?!