Love Or Lust Novels & Stories

Everything I had with him has become everything I want now, everything that made sense was linked to him. I loved him. Those were the words on my mind before his fingers pushed me over the cliff, letting me ride on the waves of pleasure. There was surely a difference between mere sex and making love. Because this was making love, nothing could feel this good without love. If this was love, I never wanted to lose it. All I could do was chant his name over and over. He had become my mantra. It had been a little more than a year, but Carlos was now my world, my everything.

“Fuck me, Cole—make it real.” I strip quick, cock springs free, her hands stroke me hard. Condom’s on—still careful, even after getting married, then I’m in her pussy, slow at first, feeling her tight heat. She’s softer than Cara, equal, her nails grazing, not clawing. Missionary, eyes locked, love in every thrust. “I love you,” she gasps, legs shaking as I hit deep, her clit rubbing my pelvis. She cums hard, pussy squeezing, pulls my load with her, hot, blinding, my groan lost in her hair. We fuck twice more—her on top, riding slow, tits bouncing—then spooning, me sliding in from behind, lazy and close. Crash tangled, her breath soft, the ring catching neon light through the window.

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

Taunt Genta with a laugh. Sensing Kaylila's weakening, Genta loosens her grip. His hands stroked Kaylila's cheek, leaving Kaylila disgusted and looking away. "I love you so much, baby. I'm not going to let you be with anyone else. You're just mine. I'm the one who deserves to have you. I keep you chaste so that when the time comes, I will take away your chastity. You don't think I'm interested in seizing what you have? Very eager. I don't want to see you owned by anyone. You know that. But, you want to get married? With that guy? I'm not going to stay silent. You want to try? Go ahead." Genta's words make Kaylila fearless. The crying is becoming more and more.

I'm not yours. I pant, pushing my back to feel him, but he doesn't allow it. "Then why do you want me to fuck you so badly right now?" I barely notice him move at all. Not until he's just suddenly there, pressing the tip of his cock against my dripping pussy, spreading my folds apart as he teases me. Torments me. "There's a difference between love and lust. " I breathe, letting out a small cry when he keeps up his slow, tortuous action. Just moving his length up and down my soaking folds, making me drench more and cream the crown of his length.

Opposite of Chris, who looked negligible hurt as earlier when he asked if I am his cousin's wife or not. "Serve the food," Andrew ordered, slowly we all dug into our plates. "So..." Chris began, chewing his steak, "Elina is the love you were talking about, Andrew?" He nodded happily. "Yes, I am very lucky to have her and she loves me too." I parted my lips to deny it when Andrew indicated me to stop by squeezing my thighs under the table, "No Elina?" "Ye-yeah, I love him." I shutter a bit which did not notice by anyone.

Aaron asked confused, staring at his sister in shock. "I though you were just joking back then when you said it, or you were just saying that for fun. You can't love me brother, how do you describe this as love. It's already enough that we are f!cking each other, under our parents roof, but don't try to add anymore to this. You cannot define lust as love, and what we have here, is just pure lust, not love." Alexia whispered yell.

He laughed mockingly, "Just admit it, Wayne…” "Admit what?!" Wayne snorted. "You and Ms. Devon have LQ, right? Lover’s Quarell! That’s why you're becoming a workaholic now." Wayne was stunned by what his friend said. "W-what?! What are you talking about?! LQ? The fuck! For someone who doesn't have a love life like you, you know so much!”

Marcus has hidden this into his heart for a long time now, whenever he watches Cindy, he always wants to tell her about the secret. "No." Lousia shook her head profusely. "She don't, what would she think of me, what person would she see me as? A person who had an affair with her father? No, Marcus, let that secret stay buried, she should remain your wife's daughter." Lousia looks down again. "Then let's get married." Marcus words made her look up sharply. "We still love each other, it would be a lot easier if we get married."

Nothing was ever appealing to him and no one could make him lose focus but lately his mind seems to be occupied by the same lady his friend had just told him about. He felt a pinch in his chest. "Wow!" He muttered, trying to act normal but within him, he wasn't okay with what he had just heard. "I know right. I mean there is something about her. I won't call it love at first sight but rather attraction at first sight. I just want to get to know her." Landon tells his friend as he placed his palm on his chest feeling his beating heart. There was no day he didn't think of Victoria without his chest pounding. No one has ever made him feel the heat he was feeling.