Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

He flashed a bright, dangerous smile and added, “Don’t worry. From now on, we won’t take any days off. We’ll follow your little erotica novel’s schedule exactly.” A chill crawled up my spine. Something felt very, very wrong…

Even through the fabric I could feel its thickness, the way it throbbed under my touch. “Feel it, Lira,” he said, voice dropping lower. “This is what’s going to ruin you tonight. Nine inches of thick, curved alpha cock. Fat enough to stretch your tight little omega cunt wide open. Curved just right to hammer that sweet spot deep inside until you’re screaming and creaming around me. You’ll feel every vein, every ridge when I bury it to the hilt and knot you full of my seed.” A whimper escaped my lips. My thighs pressed together, slick now dripping down my inner legs. The description alone made my core clench with a mix of fear and desperate need.

“Inside. Now.” I followed her into the bedroom. She stripped me slowly, her hands lingering on every inch of skin. When I was naked, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, straddling my hips. She sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch of me into her tight heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. Elena rode me with slow, rolling hips. Her moans filled the room, low and throaty. “Ahh… yes, fuck… your cock feels sooo fucking deep Alpha.”

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

Her eyes rolled back as she grabbed the couch and somehow still had the strength to gyrate her hips at Jordan’s face. “Yes that’s more like it, don’t hold it in,” he commended her as she squirted all over his face in series of gushing spurts. “Damn, we’ve got a lovely squirter here,” he seemed to announce to his wife who was now moaning quite audibly while also swaying her hips vigorously all over Mark’s lips as her pussy lips brushed back and forth against his damp mustache. Mark could hear Rita’s scream and gasp for breath as her orgasms found their way out of her through her juices, then a few seconds later, still munching on Sandy’s clit, he felt the warm, dripping cunt of his wife on hi

Her screams of pleasure and pain pealed loudly across the yards. As we came down from our climax, she again reached between her legs and started to gather up our excess liquids. She put her hand to her mouth and licked the flow from her hand. With a smile of pure lust, she spoke, “A good slave should clean her master after sex.”

His thumbs flicked over her nipples, sending shockwaves through her body. “You feel… fuck… you feel unreal,” Andrew panted, rolling her stiff peaks between his fingers while pounding into her. Liora leaned back on her elbows, fully spread for him, letting him see how she clenched around his cock, letting him watch her drown in pleasure. “This body is what’s driving you insane,” she moaned. “So don’t you dare come until I say.” His thrusts grew sharper, desperate, his body slick with sweat as he groaned against her skin. Her thighs locked him in place, her voice a filthy whisper in his ear. “You want to come so bad, don’t you?”

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.