Liter Erotica Novels & Stories

"Yes, Dad. Tie me up and use me." Lila spread her legs wide right there on the floor, her curvy ass on display and her wet pussy lips parting as she reached down to spread herself open. "Please, Dad," she begged, voice turning needy. "Taste my dripping pussy. It's so fucking wet for you. Lick it, suck my clit, make me scream." Her big ass wiggled invitingly, juices already running down her thighs. I pulled out of the moment just long enough to shove two fingers into Lila's soaked cunt, then dropped to my knees and buried my tongue in her. I licked deep, sucking her swollen clit hard while she moaned loud and dirty.

I’m sure my voice can be heard houses away but right now I don’t care, the pleasure is too much to handle. My voice lowers after long seconds as I come down from my high, settling into a soft whimper as my body, spent, relaxes back into the mattress. He swallows every drop of my juices, moaning and slurping. Finally, he stands up, his hands going around my sides and tracing their way to my face. He cups my face in his palm, kissing my lips lightly. “You taste amazing, Lanie.” As he levels with me, I feel his cock press into my centre, hot and throbbing. I’m immediately energized, and I pull him closer to me, pressing my slit into his hips.

I tapped on another picture of me sitting against the wall in a set of black lacy lingerie with my legs spread apart. I was holding a small silver vibrator against my underwear. “Just send both, stupid!” She smirked. I raised my eyebrows at her. “What? Might as well. It’ll give him some different options when he looks at your pictures to, ya know”—she made a jerking motion by her pelvis—“come.” " You can't just leave the poor man to stare at just one photo, can you? There's a reason p**n videos are long and dynamic" Angela said, still staring at the photos, scrolling and swiping through the numerous photos we took.

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.

“I will text you tomorrow.” Xavier pulled me into a hug. His hand slid low on my back. He pressed close so I felt him again. “Goodbye, Lila,” he said quietly. His eyes stayed on mine. After they left, I went straight upstairs. I locked my door. I took off all my clothes and lay on the bed naked. I spread my legs wide. I slid my hand between my legs. My pussy was soaked. My clit was swollen. I rubbed hard and fast. “Xavier…” I whispered.

he growled, his voice deep with desire. Andrew, the one with the dark eyes, watched with a smirk, his hand stroking his own erection. “She’s a good little slut, isn’t she?” he commented, his eyes glinting with lust. Camila moaned around Lopez’s cock, the sound vibrating through him. Van’s hands moved to her ass, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheeks before sliding between her legs. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and circling, sending jolts of pleasure through her body.

“Feel how wet I am? My pussy is aching for you. I’ve been thinking about this since the first poem. I want you to fill me up with cum while the stage lights watch.” She rocked faster, pressing her clit firmly against the hard ridge in his jeans. The rough fabric rubbed against her sensitive skin. Atlas breathed heavily. His hips tried to push up, but Lyric held him down with her weight. She enjoyed the power. “Please,” Atlas begged in a shaky voice. “Let me inside you. I need to feel you.” Lyric just smiled and kept whispering her nasty poems. “Not yet. I like hearing you beg. Tell me how bad you want to fuck this tight pussy.” She ground in slow circles again, dragging her wet folds along h

He didn’t need a screen to know what was waiting on the other side. Dominic’s voice still echoed in his head: You make me want to ruin everything. Last night hadn’t just been about lust. It was something more dangerous. More permanent. Eli hadn’t just crossed a line—he’d burned it. And now he was lying in the ashes, unsure whether to grieve or rejoice. He closed his eyes again, dragging the pillow over his face. He could still feel Dominic—hands on his waist, lips at his throat, voice trembling at the edge of restraint. It hadn’t been careful. It hadn’t been planned. But it had been real.