Les Sex Story Novels & Stories

She felt being in love already. “ You have me your majesty.” She smiled, and had her body free that Xavier pushed her to the bed. “ Make it harder.” She demanded with her silent voice. Emily squeezes the bedsheets with her hands as Xavier ejaculates. “ It was the best sex ever .” She said to him, looking down her laps, the feel of Xavier semen was still on her lap. Emily dipped her hands into it. She uses it in between her breast. “ I guess you have gotten all that you wanted, your majesty.?”

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

Lila moaned loudly, her fingers in his hair, guiding him deeper, her hips grinding against his face until she climaxed, her body shaking with release. But they weren't done. Alex stood, positioning himself and thrusting into her slowly, feeling her tight heat envelop him inch by inch. He started with deep, steady strokes, building rhythm, their bodies slapping together as he gripped her hips. Lila wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her nails digging into his back as she whispered, 'Faster, don't stop.' He obliged, pounding harder, one hand rubbing her clit to extend her pleasure. After she came again, they switched positions; she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth,

“And I came out of the bathroom and found her…” I felt like every second that passed was like a step toward the gallows. Damn it. I hate situations like this, especially when I noticed his eyes staring at me as if he were making a deal with me. Damn it. This guy is a jerk. “What was Zoe doing?” Zach asked impatiently. Damn it. What should I tell Zach if this guy says I was masturbating while talking to my boyfriend on the phone?

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.

Legs locked around him. He pulled out at the last second. Fisted his cock—stroked twice, hard—and came. Hot ropes painted her stomach, her breasts, one thick stripe across her nipple. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop until he was shuddering, breath ragged. They collapsed. Him half on top of her, half beside. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex—musky, salty, thick. No words. No cuddling. Just heavy breathing. Hearts hammering. The wet spot spreading under her back.

His pelvis ground against her sensitive clit, stoking the fires of her impending release. Leaning down, Jack captured Lila's lips in a filthy kiss, all teeth and tongue as he continued to pound into her relentlessly. He swallowed her cries of ecstasy, one hand tangling in her hair to hold her in place. The other snaked between their sweat-slicked bodies to find her aching clit, rubbing tight circles around the throbbing nub.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

"The drink was strong, I don't remember shit. But from her narration... I - I allowed her finger me and to top that, I fucking dry humped on her pussy." Fedora clapped her hand, shouting. "Go girl!!!" "Oh shut up." I glared at her. She suddenly stopped, sitting up right. "It wasn't that bad, was it. You got orgasm I guess?" Fedora whispered lowly. "It doesn't matter if I got orgasm or not, Fedora. If you hadn't taken me to that lesbian strip party or whatever. If I hadn't seen those girls scissoring themselves, enjoying it while I hadn't had good sex in more than 3 months, I wouldn't have done what I did."

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.