Leveling Through Lust Novels & Stories

I gasped out, my voice all shaky and desperate while my hands grabbed at her full ass cheeks, pulling her down so her dripping bare pussy lips could slide messily against the soaked front of my jeans. Ara kept rocking her slippery folds along my seam, her big tits bouncing heavy with every move as she grinned that wicked way. “That was Lustfire, baby. Just a little sex enhancer to turn your sloppy pussy into a dripping desperate mess and make you hornier than you have ever been. Feel it burning deep in your cunt? Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and take this wet pussy on yours.” We lost it completely after that. The Lustfire made everything feel twenty times stronger, like every nerve in my

There is something particularly selfish about lust. The heat of naked skin pressed flush together, the joining of sexes in the most perfect fit. The exchange of hot breaths and slap of thigh against thigh. Kisses, not necessary, but nonetheless, hungry. The digging of nails and the sinking of teeth into flesh. It takes. And takes. Mindlessly. Morals disappear, handing over control to depravity. Lines blur between what should and what shouldn’t, and soon, there are no lines at all.

I jump at the sudden male voice. I spin on my heel, ready to attack for I know who the voice belongs to. Lust. I do not waste time. I lung myself at him. My claws shoot out of my fingers and I fling my hands over his face. I make a neat slash across his eyes —from brow to cheekbone— and the most insane thing happens a second after. It heals back up. As I drag a claw along his skin, it heals immediately. I have never seen anything like this. Even Sin's wounds do not heal this fast. Lust has definitely gotten stronger. How he did it? That I do not know. Seeing this, I make a second move. But Lust is fast—faster than I remember. He quickly grabs my hand in his, putting a sudden stop to my movem

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

I moaned in pleasure and on impulse moved against his mouth. “You are so wet, Mon chéri,” he rasped. He took my lips again with his, tasting, possessing and domineering my mouth. I moan against his mouth as I tasted my juice on his tongue. Spreading my thighs apart, he settled between them. His fierce gaze locked with mine as he eased the tip on his penis into me. I bit my lower lip, to keep from screaming. “Look at me!” he growled.

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

"Whoa, baby... slow down. I've been on the edge for a few hours now." Lisa looked over her shoulder, the narrowing of her eyes causing him to groan. She worked her hips harder, the sound of the sex more than enough to kick his ass over the cliff of no return. "Well... lust would beckon me to stop and make sure you were good for the long haul." She pushed against him, impaling herself over and over until he felt his heart in his throat and along every other pressure point on his body. "Love calls for me to drown you in pleasure as fast as I can and as many times as I can until you scream uncle."

“Someone will hear.” Despite my protest, my clit throbbed with need. Heat gathered like a firestorm in my lungs as those strong, deft hands caressed me, molding to my hips and thighs, stoking the fires higher and hotter until they incinerated my reservations. “No, they won't.” James sank to his knees and pushed my knees wider, granting him an unfettered view of my soaked arousal. His eyes gleamed up at me, dark and bright as volcanic glass. “It's my apartment.”

After a while, we disengaged the kiss breathlessly, but all we could think of was, continuing. The only thing in the atmosphere at that moment was lust, apart from that, there was nothing else and it was so satisfying. Without a warning, my hands slipped behind Lorenzo's back, unzipping the zip to her dress. Instantly, the dress fell from above her shoulder exposing her huge peaks. Her nipples were erect and red. Without waiting, I grabbed them, squeezing them softly as a moan escaped Lorenzo's mouth. Bending slightly, I placed one of them into my mouth, suckling like a child who had long been starved of his mother's milk.