Libros Eroticos Gratis Novels & Stories

He fucked her with them deep and steady, thumb grinding her clit, mouth on her neck sucking marks. She came fast and ugly, cursing him through it, thighs shaking. Lucian didn’t stop. He stripped her jeans off, then his own, cock thick and heavy against her thigh. He rubbed the head through her slick folds, teasing. “Beg for it,” he said. “Fuck you.”

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

How had the woman I had spent months silently cursing turned me into this trembling mess with my shorts around my thighs and my own arousal dripping down my legs like some desperate slut who could not walk away? Elena slowly pulled her fingers out of me. The wet sound was loud and obscene in the quiet room. She held them up between us, glistening with my creamy slickness, and smirked. “Look at this mess you made, sweet girl. Open that pretty mouth and clean them. I want to watch you taste exactly how much you hate me and how much wetter that hatred makes you.” I parted my lips before I could stop myself. She slid the two fingers in deep, pressing down on my tongue, forcing me to suck the sal

My boyfriend is a piece of shit for cheating on me, I was so loyal to him, turned down a lot of guys for him. I have been sex-starved for a month now, even before I broke up with him. I touched myself a lot after the break up, but couldn’t still get that satisfaction I longed for. So I got myself a couple of sex toys, they were fast at making me hit orgasm, and making me cum. There wasn’t that intense pleasure you would get from a man, the touches, the gaze, and the voice. Even the moans from the man, how he gives you care and all of that. “I am cooked” I cried out, lying on my bed alone in my bedroom.

Ria noticed and leaned down, sucking one into her mouth through the thin fabric, then pulling the top aside to lick and nibble directly on the stiff peak. She finger-fucked me harder and faster, her fingers plunging deep and curling with every deep stroke while her palm ground against my clit. Juices coated her hand and dripped down my ass as I writhed beneath her. In my mind, it wasn’t Ria’s fingers stretching me…it was Mr. Collins’ thick, experienced cock burying itself inside my virgin pussy for the first time, stretching me and claiming me.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

That caused my eyebrows to raise and my cheeks to blush. "Well... If you like that mix, maybe 'Story of O' by Pauline Réage, 'The Lover' by Marguerite Duras, 'Tropic of Cancer' by Henry Miller, or 'Delta of Venus' by Anaïs Nin could be recommended," I suggested, my face burning. These were considered significant works of erotic literature, but at the same time, they were quite scandalous. "Did you enjoy them?" he asked with a slightly huskier voice. "I like forming my own opinions."