Lesbian Romance Stories Novels & Stories

Warning: This is GAY sex story, please skip it if you are not into LGBT content. "Oh God! Professor Cross! Please!" Peter's desperate cry echoed through the locked office as Professor Damien Cross pounded into his ass with relentless precision. Peter was bent over the massive oak desk, his pants around his ankles, his shirt pushed up, completely exposed and vulnerable. And he'd never felt more alive. Damien's fourteen-inch cock stretched him impossibly wide, filling him so completely that Peter could feel it in his stomach. Each brutal thrust pushed Peter forward on the desk, papers scattering to the floor, the wood creaking under their combined weight.

I pressed my lips to her warm skin, licking a slow, wet line up her neck. She let out a soft, breathy moan, her anger melting instantly. “But, Mason…” My hand slipped down her thigh, bunching up her dress until my fingers found the hem of her underwear. I slid my hand underneath, sliding straight into her heat. She was already slick, her body betraying how badly she wanted this. “Fuck,” Sandra groaned, her hips jerking against my hand as I shoved two fingers deep inside her. “Mason…” She was dripping wet, her tight walls clenching hard around my fingers as I began to pump them in and out of her. She threw her head back, her eyes clouded with pure, unadulterated lust. Her high-pitched moans e

Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

We stayed locked together until the aftershocks faded and the vibrator was switched off. Later she brought water and we drank in the half-dark, legs still intertwined. Conversation returned in soft pieces. She told me about a book she was teaching that semester. I told her about the novel that refused to end. At some point she set the glass aside and kissed me again, and the kisses grew deeper, hungrier. I found myself on my stomach with her behind me, her mouth trailing down my spine.

The Beta crowded over me immediately, anchoring his hands on either side of my head as he resumed his heavy, punishing pace. The woman beneath the Alpha turned her head, her flushed, sweat-sheened face inches from mine. Her dazed, blown-out eyes locked onto my shaking form, tracking the frantic movement of the Beta sliding in and out of me. A dark, wicked look crossed her features, and she slowly licked her wet lips, entirely turned on by the chaotic display. Seeing her expression, I reached out with a trembling hand, gripping her shoulder. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into my space, pulling me closer until our lips met in a deep, wet kiss.

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Sweeping her hair aside, he kissed all over her back, tracing her spine with his lips. Lena arched up a little, turning her head to seek his mouth. Their lips met in a sloppy, desperate kiss, her tongue tangling with his. As she lifted, his hands slid under her to torture her boobs once more, squeezing and pinching from below, the position making her gasp into the kiss.

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

Lauren leaned forward, kissed Vanessa deeply, tongues sliding while both women rode us. “Touch yourselves,” Lauren ordered. Vanessa reached down, rubbed her clit fast. Lauren did the same, fingers circling while she bounced on me. Jake and I locked eyes over the women’s shoulders. We were both close, faces flushed, breathing ragged. “Gonna come,” Jake groaned. “Me too,” I gasped. Lauren smiled, wicked, satisfied. “Come inside us. Fill us up.” That was it. Jake came first, burying himself deep in Vanessa’s ass with a guttural groan. Vanessa followed, shuddering, crying out, pussy flooding my mouth as she came hard.

Their hands were everywhere—rough, greedy, possessive. Leo kissed me like I was oxygen. Dominic touched me like I was fire. I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t want to. “Spread her legs,” Dominic ordered. Leo grabbed my thighs, pulled them apart. Dominic knelt this time, mouth latching onto my drenched pussy like a man possessed. “Dom—fuck—please—” He didn’t stop. His tongue was brutal, relentless, coaxing a scream from my lips as I shattered. Before I could recover, Leo was inside me—no warning, no mercy. I gasped, clawing at the desk. Dominic rose, kissed my neck, whispered filth into my ear.