Lesbian Romance Novels Cruising Novels & Stories

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

Her hand gently cupped one of my breasts as she kissed me deeper, her tongue sliding against mine. When she pulled back, she whispered, “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Lottie. Watching Brandon fuck you is so hot. Keep going, I want to see everything.” Brandon groaned and started moving again, sliding his big cock slowly in and out of my soaked pussy. The wet sounds filled the cabin. Yve sat on the edge of the couch beside us, her hand trailing down my stomach until her fingers found my clit. She rubbed slow circles while her husband fucked me.

I choked out. I was barely able to breathe. "I am yours," I ground out. He slammed in brutally. "Fuck—sweet mother—" My cries were loud. He pulled out and flipped me onto my back. That thick cock was pressing into me again before I could say a word. I groaned. He reached for the lube and applied more. The mixture was cool in my skin. "Oh lawwwd," I hissed as he pulled out, almost to the edge and just slammed in without warning, filling me to the hilt.

Isabella sank down onto his thick, bare cock with a broken moan, the stretch delicious and filthy. She rode him hard, hips rolling, breasts bouncing free from the low neckline. Damien gripped her ass, guiding her faster, the wet slap of skin loud in the enclosed space. “That’s it… milk your husband’s cock like the greedy little slut you are,” he growled, teeth grazing her nipple. “Come for me before we arrive.” She shattered twice before the limo slowed, clenching around him as he pumped her full of hot cum. He didn’t let her clean up.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Story 8: Queen of the Pack** **Chapter 2** The full moon still hung high as the ritual continued deep into the night. Selene lay on the moss-covered stone altar, legs spread wide, body glistening with sweat and the cum of three powerful alphas. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking thick rivers of seed. Her breasts were marked with bites and handprints. She had never felt so thoroughly used… or so powerfully alive.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

I say sympathetically of course I don’t need to sound like I am mocking her. “Guess the love hate thing really do work huh,” she teases, “I am happy for you two, you are perfect for each other.” It was a wonderful day, tomorrow evening we will reach Mauritius and soon the vacation will be over, but what is a good cruise from hell without some twists and turns? Heath and I had decided to spend some time away from each other’s hands and delicious bodies and spent time with our friends instead. Boys cruise out vs girls cruise out.