Lit Erotics Novels & Stories

Again he stopped. Lira was crying now — real tears of overwhelming need. Her entire body trembled within the black silk rope. Her pussy was visibly pulsing, clenching around nothing, slick and swollen and dripping onto the polished floor. The Shibari held her perfectly open, perfectly helpless. The cool glass against her nipples made them ache. The warm air kissed her exposed flesh. The scent of her own arousal mixed with Victor’s expensive cologne and the distant festival below. He stood and pressed the thick, leaking head of his cock against her entrance — just the tip — and made her grind back against him. Slow, torturous slides of her soaked pussy up and down his shaft, never letting her

He looked dangerous and irresistible at the same time. “These books contain ancient erotic magic,” he warned, his midnight eyes locked on mine. “Every story can be brought to life. The pleasure you’ll feel will be real. Absolutely real. But staying too long comes with a price.” “I don’t believe you,” I breathed and stepped back from him, even as heat bloomed low in my stomach. Lucian reached out to me slowly, His fingers brushed the sensitive skin on the inside of my wrist just the lightest touch. I get an intense pleasure that explodes through my body like liquid fire. My knees buckled instantly.

His eyes had nothing but pure lust in them, and she couldn't deny that she felt the same way. "I'll show you what I mean by fast." He slammed his fingers into her without warning, and she let out a loud shriek, completely paralyzed by the bolts of electricity that shot through her body. "Oh!" She held his arm as if trying to restrict him, but that did nothing to stop him. His fingers ravaged her insides, curling inside and scratching the sides and the top of her walls until she was left shaking in his arms. She screamed and tried to scoot backwards but he pinned her in place by the waist, his expression merciless as he stared straight at her.

"That's your labia minora. They protect this lovely little hole right here." I stifled a moan as he teased his fingertip along my entrance. "That feels good." "I know," he said. "You're already starting to get wet." "Well, I need to, don't I?" I asked. "So you can look for the ghosts." "Right," he said. "The ghosts. But it'll take a lot more, uh, internal lubrication to properly examine you. Now, natural lubrication would likely be more effective, but I could grab some of the gel we use for—"

Athena Ramirez Damn, it hasn't even been that long since he had been inside her, we had both fallen asleep but he woke up with yet another arousal and it felt like something was missing. Eros's hands slowly move up my bare back, over my shoulders and down to my aching breasts. I am ever so grateful when his fingers begin to flick and fondle my nipples through the tight fabric of my dress. I let a moan escape through our fused mouths and Eros devours it, muffling my cry of pleasure. He lets a hand travel south, easing between my thighs, searching for my heat. I’m on fire- a white hot flame of scorching ecstasy. The gap between my legs is humid with expectation. He slides a finger across my cl

“So you want to torture me?” I asked, my voice already weak and quiet. “I like to call that edging,” he said. “Sounds less torture-y.” He chuckled once again, but I was already lost to the pleasure that was building in my body. My right hand was rubbing my clit slowly, while my left one had gone to my breasts and was squeezing them, pinching my nipples from time to time. “Your body was made to be painted like that,” he commented, his words hitting me right at the core.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, TABOO STEP-SIBLING DYNAMICS, BLACKMAIL, ROUGH SEX, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). "LINDA'S POV" I thought I had locked the doors. My parents had gone out for their weekly date night, and my stepbrother Royce was supposed to be at the gym. The house was quiet, the lights dimmed, and I was finally free to do what I’d been craving all day.

The scent of sex was thick in the air, musky and sweet, the sound of our moans and the slick, obscene slide of our bodies filling the studio. Leornado stepped closer, his free hand reaching out to tease my clit, then Elara’s, his touch light, maddening. “Look at you,” he murmured, his voice dark and low. “Both of you, so fucking perfect.” Elara’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling as my fingers worked her, her own hands sliding up to grip my breasts, my thumbs flicking over her nipples. “Harder,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, harder”

I moan out loud. I can almost feel the scrape of his day old stubble on my inner thighs, the way he’d growl against my pussy saying, “You’ve been touching this needy little cunt thinking about me every night, haven’t you, Lila? Such a desperate, dripping slut for your best friend’s brother.” My free hand flies to my breast, playing with the nipples until it stings. I push the dildo impossibly deeper, chasing that brutal spot inside me that makes my vision blur.

I cried out louder than before as mind-numbing pleasure flooded my senses. I felt the heat and texture of his tongue as it began lapping at my love juices. EROS caressed the tip of his tongue along my wet slit, licking it up and down while I cried out in my desperate attempt to stay sane. I prayed that the room was either really soundproof or that there was no one outside to hear all the lewd sounds that I was making. “Suck my cock, Elena…” EROS demanded with his face still buried in between my widely spread legs.