Lick Novels & Stories

I was drawn to the young man on the large bed as I walk into his room. A deadly gorgeous man probably in his late 20s. With my legs shaking, I slowly walk closer but end up slumping on the floor. I can't believe my family did this to me. Especially, my father, he turned his back on his only daughter. He got me married to a dying man all because of money! I stood up again and lean my face closer to his, indeed, he is a gorgeous man. If he were to be perfectly fit, any woman would lick the floor he walk on. I can't help but imagine if he were not to be in this state, would I have still become his wife? I don't think so. **** "You're nothing but a pawn in my game, don't you dare expect anything from me. I had to play along so I can get my wealth back from you" She felt betrayed. She thought he liked her considering how he has been treating her nicely in the past months. She thought every action of his was genuine not until she overheard William’s conversation with his friends. After the confrontation, William completely changed and become so cold toward Seren. She was so devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she was deeply in love. She couldn't believe he turned out to be after nothing but revenge. Several nights, he brought home different girls just to torture her, she isn't allowed to look at any other man with her beautiful gaze. She isn't allowed to talk to any man, she isn't allowed to get closer to any man. He claimed her as his but, wouldn't give her the love, respect, and care that she deserves.

"Ahhhh uhmmm. Enjoying my cock?". He smiled. A smile of victory. He won from some games na sya lang ang nakaka alam sa kanyang utak. "Akala mo uubra sa akin yang palabas mo na hindi ka makagalaw? I'm not as idiot as you think Princeton". "Go on now, suck it deep Melissa. Uhhh lick my balls, dilaan mo lahat hanggang singit." Saad nya. I didn't talk back at basta na lang sinunod ang gusto nya. "Nagbago ka na Melissa, akala ko lumaki lang ang ulo mo dahil sa namana mong yaman nung nag eighteen ka, turned out that you grew up good being a whore too and very good at sucking dick". Babaeng tagapag mana si Melissa na namatayan ng asawa sa mismong araw ng kasal nila. At ang suspek nya? ang kanyang body guard na si Princeton na sinesante nya nung araw ding yun dahil yung ang gusto ng asawa nyang ilang oras lang ang lumipas ay nasabugan ng bomba at oras lang din ang pagitan mula ng umalis ang nasesanteng body guard sa venue. Nung gabi ding iyon ay pinuntahan nya ang body guard na si Princeton pero wala daw syang maalala. Kaya wala syang nagawa kundi magpatulong na hanapin ang salarin kahit pa sya pa rin ang pinagduduhan nyang may gawa nito. Pero sa paglipas ng gabi ay unti unti syang natukso sa makisig at matipunong katawan ni Princeton hanggang sa may mangyari nga sa pagitan nila habang pinagluluksaan nya ang kanyang kamamatay lang na asawa.

Seeing him lick my juice off his hands turned me on so bad I wished I was the one he ate with so much passion. “Tell me Princess, what next did I do?” His voice sounded way too calm for someone who just raised my heart rate. I looked at him—his blue eyes staring into my soul, my juice made his lips shine. “You ate me out,” I cooed. He looked at me with a dark smile. “I have been hungry, maybe it’s time to eat then.” He planted a kiss on her lips and I could taste myself—I loved how I tasted good. He broke the kiss then took the other free tit into his mouth and sucked like his life depended on it. His mouth found me, hot and eager, licking my pussy with a hungry groan that made me shake. His tongue moved slowly at first, tasting me, circling my clit until I was trembling. He sucked gently, then harder. ********** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating. Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome. But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down. Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate. As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger. When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect. Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help. But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another. Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her?

Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly… welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn’t understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut… She never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn’t know what she was doing… but somehow, that didn’t matter. He took control, and she allowed him to. His tongue didn't just lick, it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. “Fuck..” She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she’d never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex’s final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn’t satisfy him, that she didn’t even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn’t think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating… and she never even got his name.

Her pinkish flesh is so wet. That juicy and salty opening that's attracting my hard tongue. Agad ko iyong nilamutak na para bang unli lick oyster. Halos maihilamos ko na ang aking muka sa sobrang basang basa nyang kepyas. Paminsan minsan kong kinakagat ang kanyang mani na nakakapag panginig sa ka kanyang buong legs at pwet. "Ahhhh Howard f*ck just like that uhmmmm that's was so nice baby ahhhhh"... Tigas na tigas na ang aking kahaba*ang walang sawa nyang sinasagad sa kanyang lalagukan at hindi ko alam kong makaka ungol ka sya dahil sa sobrang haba at taba nito. "Uhmmm baby your so big ahahh"... Hanggang sa lumabas mula sa kanyang lagusan ang isang puting malapot na likido. Sinalo ko lahat yun sa aking bibig at nilunok saka muling pinasadahan ng aking dila. And her whole body convulsed in a satisfying sexual climax. Pero hindi doon natatapos yun. "F*ck me Howard, ahhh eat my boobs, touch me. I want you touching me uhmmm.". Agad ko na syang pinahiga. I spread her legs as wide as possible. I spit on that pink flesh na nakahain para sa aking alaga. The precum on my dick's head was the best lubricant. Slimmy and dripping. Her soft moans turned into groans almost cramping her entire body on my first thrust. "Uhmmm wait ahhh f*xk that's too big slowly baby ahhhh oh shit" I didn't listen, i was too drunk with lust just by looking at her. Hanggang sa nagsasalubong na ang hapdi at sarap her begging for me to stop became pleasing me to f*ck her deeper. "Ohhhh Howard, uhmmm faster baby ahhhh". Ni hindi nya ako matitigan sa mata, hindi nya mapigilan ang pagsara ng kanyang mga mata para lasapin ang sarap ng pag bayo ko sa kanya.

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

In my past life, Killian cut off all his mistresses and spoiled me rotten, doing everything to win my hand in marriage. But the day before our wedding, I overheard him boasting to his friends. "Killian, that orphan girl you supported is still clinging to you. She's younger and prettier than your fiancée. Are you really not tempted?" Killian curled his lip in disdain, "What is she even? She isn't even fit to lick my wife's toes. Tell her to get lost." His words sent a rush of euphoria through me. He had told me himself that financing Vivienne Moore was merely a strategic move to bolster my charity foundation. At that moment, I truly believed I had found my happily ever after. But on the wedding day, the orphan girl drove her car straight into me. She sobbed and pulled out a terminal diagnosis. "Killian, I don't have much time left. I beg you. Don't abandon me, please!" I got injured in a collision and pleaded with Killian to take me to the hospital first, but he scooped her up in his arms without a second glance. "Sierra, I need to take Vivienne abroad for medical treatment. If I were her husband, it would be way easier for me to get stuff done. We have to get a divorce first. I’m sorry.” I stared at him, my eyes widening in sheer shock. He kept going, his voice stead, “I promise I'll come back and marry you in five years. Just wait for me.” Five years turned into ten, and I waited for him in vain, nothing more than a fool. It wasn't until I was on my deathbed that I received his letter, "I'm sorry, Sierra. I'll marry you in the next life." I tore the letter to shreds and died of sheer rage. Yet, when I opened my eyes again, I was back on my wedding day. I calmly gazed after Killian as they faded into the throng. Then, without hesitation, I turned around and boarded a plane to Switzerland.