Love Stroke Novels & Stories

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" "You," he said simply, his gaze unwavering. The word hung in the air like a promise, wrapped in the romance of the moment. He leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was soft at first, then deepening with the passion of rediscovered love. Mira melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his blonde hair. The world around them faded—the chatter of students, the rustle of leaves—leaving only the two of them, lost in each other.

but the nurse said she don't know. Sunshine went to John office and she meets him drinking and lost in thought after Sunshine walked in, she told him to compose himself because what if it was someone else that came in, John apologize and Sunshine asked him what is thinking? John said the person he loved most betrayed him Sunshine asked him to calm down. Then she also told John that there is this device that she got from that man Clots met with... "What device is that?" John asked "What was inside it is really bad and not good for you" Sunshine replied calming and behaving as if she feels pity for John.

Finally, I was accepting his wolf. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled down at me briefly. The expression on his face changed to pure pleasure, he was reaching his peak soon but he was fighting it back. Lio suddenly sped up his strokes, forcing another burst of love fluids from me. His breaths were heavy and I anticipated his climax eagerly. His strong hand was still underneath me, gripping my back and holding me against him. I had no idea how much time had passed but it had to have been a while. Time seemed to stop altogether when we made love.

Bowie POV His voice was wrecked. "You feel like coming home." He moved like he had all the time in the world and wanted to spend every second of it inside me. He went in with slow, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, grinding against my g-spot that made my vision blur. His mouth found mine, and we kissed through the rhythm, open-mouthed and sloppy, and every time he pulled back just enough to breathe, one of us said it- ‘i love you’

I poked my head out cautiously, peering through the crack in the door. Tristan lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around Ms. Lovelace's waist in a desperate attempt to use his own body to block her path. "I feel so hot all of a sudden, Ms. Lovelace. Why don't we do it here? I've learned a few new tricks. I promise I'll make you feel good…" Tristan hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, attempting to use the most primal method possible to divert her attention. Ms. Lovelace came to an abrupt halt.

The sudden lust and heavy kiss made Celeste unconsciously whimper in response as all the saliva that wasn't swallowed in time dripped out of her mouth eagerly and indecently. His lover's soft moans became Dean's best aphrodisiac and made the man even more lustful. He pulled his lover closer to himself as his hands cupped the back of Celeste's head. With sincerity, comfort, passion, and obvious possessiveness kissing the lover in his arms intensely. He wanted to engulf his lover completely, hoping they would never be separated again.

Louis warns in between a kiss. Blake grins and grabs Louis' hand that was jerking his cock. He flips louis' hand over and spits in it. "Oh dude" Louis makes a face of disgust and Blake guides his hand back to his shaft. Louis starts stroking Blake off again with his fist gliding smoother up and down Blake's penis head. Blake lets out his first moan "That's so much better"

She holds it up to my faint eyes to see, lifts my head slightly and pours half down my throat. After that horrible act, she strokes my body and this time she manages to get my member hard. Through my haze I feel her lusting after me for a long time until I can't help but cry out Loraine's name hoarsely as I cum. ..

“Never!” Lara gasped breathlessly, searing his dark, savage visage with all the tortured fury of her discomfiting and powerless position. “The very image of you touching me again makes me feel physically sick!” “One lesson wasn’t enough for you, was it?” Christophe murmured huskily, narrowed eyes raking over her outraged features. “Don’t you remember how it was like when I made love to you?” “That wasn’t love!” Lara vented fiercely. “That was pure, unadulterated lust! Nothing more!”

The perfect lover. Her lover stroked her forehead, smoothing back the curls. ‘I am for you, my darling,’ he said softly. An ache built within Josie. Her sex seemed actually to throb with lustful heat. Oh God, she needed desperately for him to bury himself in her liquid warmth. Her eyes met his. He seemed to know what she wanted. In a moment he had turned her around, bent her forwards over the broad stool. The drawers gaped open around her bottom. She smelled the sweet pungent musk of her own arousal. Then she was sinking back onto him, guiding the head of his cock into the tight purse of her sex. His flesh filled her, the stout head forging into her molten core.