Lirik Slow Motion

Warning: 18+ Only contains explicit scenes and adult languages featuring hard-core taboo erotica, young adults and sex with brother's best friends. This is an erotica collection containing stories of steamy, filthy romances. If you like reading naughty stories then this book is for you, get ready to feel the ultimate erotic excitement **** “Bet this is the biggest cock you’ve ever had, isn’t it?” She couldn’t talk, could only brace for me to fuck into her repeatedly. “OMG,” I cursed. “You’re so tight and hot, and you have the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” “Frankie!” she cried out. “It hurts so good.” Yeah, it fucking did. I pulled out and pushed back in. “You little thing… with this tight, tiny pussy that’s justmadefor her big brother’s cock.” I couldn't control myself as I started thrusting in and out, fucking her too hard, too brutal, no doubt. But like my good girl, Saffa lay there and took it all. I made my best friend’s sister take every single inch of me. I wanted to go slow so this would last all fucking night, but I was too far gone. No amount of jerking off could ever tame my dark, twisted desire for my best friend’s little sister, and now that I was finally getting the real thing, I’d never want anything else. I thrusted deep into her, stretching her tiny cunt out even more, knowing that when I came, I was going to fill her up, then suck out my cum and make her drink it out of my mouth. Saffa cried out for more, begging me to fuck her harder. And I gave my best friend's little sister what she wanted.

It was Hana Verlice’s engagement party — but the only thing she could think about was that night six months ago. The night Dante Carter pinned her against the backseat window of his car,cheeks pressed to the glass, her dress lifted to her waists, with his mouth buried between her legs. Now, she was hours away from marrying his older brother. Elijah Osborne Carter — the perfect man, heir to Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and her father’s last hope of saving their crumbling empire. But as she slipped into her designer dress, her mind couldn't stop thinking about the one man she could never have. Dante. The mistake she was supposed to forget. The temptation she swore never to touch again. The younger brother who disappeared after that night and was never supposed to come back. But as she stepped out of her dressing room to join her soon-to-be husband at the party, there he was. Leaning at the foot of the stairs like raw sin. Messy hair. Dark eyes. That cocky mouth that once had her moaning his name in ecstacy. Her pulse quickened as her knees threatened to give out. She tried to breathe. To stay still. But one look at him… and she knew she was in trouble. “What the hell are you doing here?” she whispered, her voice barely holding. He smirked, slow and knowing as his gaze dropped shamelessly to her lips. “Did you miss me, cookie?”

Her back arched as Gabriel’s fingers tightened around her waist, holding her steady while Paxton’s mouth moved lower, his breath hot against her inner thigh. “You don’t get to run from this,” Gabriel growled against her throat, his voice like silk over steel. “Not from us.” Carlotta moaned, helpless between their bodies. Gabriel was behind her, his hand tangled in her hair, lips claiming the curve of her neck. His hardness pressed against her from behind while Paxton knelt in front of her, his hands gripping her thighs like he owned them. Like he owned her. “I never said I wanted to run,” she breathed, lost in the pull of them both. Paxton smirked, his lips glistening. “Then let us wreck you.” And they did. Gabriel entered her from behind with a rough, punishing thrust, forcing a cry from her lips that was swallowed by Paxton’s kiss. She was sandwiched between them. Gabriel’s deep, commanding rhythm; Paxton’s slow, sinful teasing as his mouth roamed down her chest, taking his time with her breasts. The heat built fast. Her body trembled with each movement, the slick slide of skin on skin, their grunts, her gasps. Her fingers clawed at Paxton’s chest while Gabriel gripped her hips tighter, his voice a snarl against her skin. “You like being ruined by both of us?” Gabriel asked. “She loves it,” Paxton answered for her, licking a line up her stomach. “Don’t you, baby?” Carlotta couldn’t speak. Her climax crashed through her like a lightning strike, sharp, explosive, raw. Her moan echoed in the room, vibrating against Paxton’s lips, as Gabriel cursed and followed right after her. For a moment, everything stilled. Their bodies tangled. Their heartbeats synced. Then… She gasped awake.

🔞⚠️Rated 18+ | Mature Content Warning This book is for adults only. It contains explicit sex, strong language, and mature themes. Read at your own risk or pleasure. Wet Desires: Erotica Collections brings you a mix of raw, unapologetic short stories where fantasies aren’t just imagined, they’re lived. Behind every door is a moment where control slips, tension snaps, and pleasure takes over. Strangers meet with one goal. Ex-lovers face what’s still unfinished. Friends cross lines they swore they never would. These stories are fast, hot, and messy in the most erotic way. You’ll find dominant men who don’t ask twice, women who want more and don’t hide it, and nights that blur into mornings with no regrets. There’s no slow burn here. No holding back. Just skin, heat, and the kind of desire that won’t wait. If you want stories that hit hard, turn you on, make you sexually aroused, leave you wanting more and breathless, wet desires is for you.

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

“It’s fine,” he said. “You can go home and cry over your ex, or you can come with me.” Anna swallowed. Her heart thudded hard in her chest. “I’m not asking for anything you don’t want,” he added. “But if you want to stop thinking about him, I’ll help you do that.” “Okay,” she replied. He moved closer to Anna, slow but sure, closing the space between them. His hand came up, firm and unhurried, gripping her jaw. His fingers were warm, slightly calloused. He tilted her face up, making her look at him. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, voice low and commanding. Anna swallowed, her pulse racing as she replied. “Yes. I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget about him.” *************************************** Anna Hawkins was never meant to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain dragged her into the shadows of a nightclub and into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that ruined her. Their night was supposed to mean nothing. But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of power, crime, and possession. She’s no longer just heartbroken. She’s owned. And the most dangerous part? She doesn’t know how to escape.

“You should’ve stayed gone,” Damon growled, his claws flexing. “Whatever you’ve become, it doesn’t change the fact you were never meant to lead.” Kael smiled, slow and cruel, the glow of runes dancing beneath his skin. “And you were never meant to rule.” _ In the ruthless world of wolves, Kael was born with skin that marked him as different — cursed, whispered some, forgotten by the Moon, said others. Discriminated against and dismissed by his own pack, Kael's only ally was Damon, the wolf he helped rise to Alpha. But power changes wolves. Betrayed, humiliated, and cast out, Kael disappears into the wilds, where death was meant to claim him. Instead, a prophecy found him. With a heritage rooted in ancient magic and bloodlines long thought extinct, Kael is reborn as something new, something dangerous. When he returns, stronger and stranger than any wolf alive, the very pack that rejected him will be forced to kneel… or burn. But fate isn’t done with Kael yet. His greatest enemy still wants him close—and someone new may hold the key to his heart. The only problem? Kael was never meant to belong to anyone.