Leveling Through Lust Novels & Stories

He said with his full attention this time but is still looking at his back. I was speechless for a second, though I am not so sure if that's something he should be proud of. "It's not the forced relationships that became the reason. It's LUST. Have you considered that?" This time I tried to talk back to him. "No. Because unlike you, I do not thirst for sex and do it as an exchange for pieces of information. I'd like to obey, be polite, and be a gentleman that a woman needs." He replied and continued walking downstairs where the ambulance was waiting.

I was at eye level with his bare chest, he had shorts on with a towel over his shoulder. "Uh- sorry I disturbed you" He leaned on his frame with his hands folded. "What, you staring at my junk now" I was embarrassed shaking my head and stepping back turning around. "Ah-!" I cry softly as my hair was grabbed from behind. He pulled me back and when my back pressed against a warm chest, I tried to free my hair from his hand. "Let go" I whispered as he chuckled letting my hair go. I turned around to my surprise. He patted my hair back to smooth it down. "Dumb chick" I blinked as he walked past me and walked downstairs.

I released a breathy moan, electricity sparking along my clit. Lazarus tugged on his bottom lip, lustful hooded eyes. “Yes Ma Cherie, spread those lips so I can properly see how soaked you are.” He commanded huskily. I obliged. Using my other hand to spread them while I rubbed two fingers along my throbbing clit. This felt forbidden, this was the art of corruption. Lazarus pushing his hands into his slacks, his jaw tensing until one could carve stone along it. My mind grew delirious and greedy, rubbing languid circles along my teasing bud. Silence wrapped around us, sizzling with temptation. Dancing my gaze down, watching his cock harden beneath those charcoaled pants.

Still, the pleasure she was experiencing was precisely what was already happening to her. Liza began to lose sight that she was only doing this to meet the other part of their agreement. She appears to have forgotten what she said before she began pleasuring herself that she simply wants everything done and over with as soon as possible. Because all Liza can think about and feel right now is passion and pleasure. Her rational mind has been entirely blurred by lust. She began moaning loudly and pounding her fingers so hard inside her hole, letting Hunter witness her dirty and immoral side once more.

he growled, thumb grinding my clit, “or I fist this cunt till you pass out.” The chat exploded: $5K – FIST HER $10K – MAKE HER SQUIRT ON THE RELIC Mara straddled my face, pussy dripping, and silver rings cold against my lips. “Lick,” she hissed, grinding down. I did—tongue fucking her, tasting salt and sin, and her moans shaking through my skull. Luca added a fourth finger, stretching me wide, and knuckles dragging. I came hard, pussy clenching, and squirting over his wrist, soaking the velvet, the stone, and the fucking relic beneath the chaise.

“You were moaning my name. You were staring into my eyes like, like I was everything. You were saying things no man says unless he feels something.” She swallowed. “You were calling my name with so much passion.” I laughed. “You of all people,” I said coolly, “should know the difference between love and lust.” Her expression faltered slightly. “That was lust,” I continued. “Nothing more in that moment, I would have said anything, done anything, just to fuck you.” My gaze hardened. “Don’t confuse intensity with emotion.” “You’re a devil,” she muttered under her breath, stepping aside at last.

Everyone present focused their gaze on the women, their eyes sparking with lust, surely, it would be nice to have a taste of the wealthy Cara, she was rendered useless, but they could explore her body, and that has only brought their hormones high. "Let me have her." A deep crispy voice sounded from the other angle of the room, the slightly old man picked up the glass, and stared at the figure scrawling on the floor, his eyes sparking with lust. "I want her!" Another voice boomed out. Lucas just stared, his hands on his hip, before he snickered, at the men, lust could really tend to render one useless, but was there a difference between lust and love? You crave for someone, and yet you want

He turned me around, making me face the other way and placed his hands on my waist. Yeah, he wanted me to do something with the ass I didn’t have. He wanted a show. So I gave him one. I bent over and grinded on him to the beat of the song. The safer option. Afterwards I turned to face him. We locked eyes, our intentions obvious. He took my hand and led me towards him, I climbed on him. Taking my place on him like he was mine. This wasn’t me. Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked.

He stroked it slowly while watching her. “Finger that tight little pussy for me,” he said. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m… I’m your dirty little stepsister,” she breathed, sliding one finger inside herself. Her voice was exactly like in the videos. “I’m SweetLily… and I’m so wet right now.” She added a second finger, pumping them in and out while rubbing her clit with her thumb. Soft moans filled his room. She looked so perfect—tiny waist, perky tits bouncing slightly, her juices coating her fingers. He was leaking precum like crazy.

“Do not stop Gavin. Trust me, I want you” And that was all that broke the ice. Gavin swiftly reached to the hem of her clothes and lifted it over her head, she took the hint and removed the remaining piece of clothing on her body. Gavin hitched a breath as he took in her body, he drank her beauty and his voice was filled with passion as he said, “Leila Baker, you are beautiful”. He positioned himself between her legs and plunged into her urgency, she cried out and he cupped his hand over her mouth, “Shush darling, let’s not wake the neighbors”.