Lustful Life Novels & Stories

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

Lusia The murmurs from the crowd that surrounded me didn't stop. I was trembling as I lay on the floor. The injuries from the shattered bottle of champagne now stung badly. I didn’t care about the people that were watching me. I had to feed my lust. My heat awoke something in me that I couldn’t control. My urges skyrocketed and I felt like I was on the moon.

Ruby assured Linda. They had invited some very expensive vendors to come to the house to display some of their products and also hired a wedding planner. The Luscious living room was bubbling with activities. Linda loved the thrill and excitement of it, but the thought of doing all of this for a ruthless man like Samuel Fury just had a way of quelling her excitement. Also, what if he found out about their lie? Anyway, Linda nodded to her mother’s words. There was no way on earth she was ever going to disappoint or fail her parents, especially her mother.

he said still smiling then kissed the tip of her nose. "Can you just be here with me all the time?" Those words suddenly burst from her lips. He laughed then pinched her nose. Even jokingly he can't say that he will stay in her life. She had numbered the days she will be with Clayton. Any day that month, Faith will come back already. Red had already told her about it. Clayton never mentioned anything about the woman. That would also be the last month of her work as his "private entertainer". That's what she calls herself because that's really what she does to the man using her body.

Forever. The water still rippled around us as Lust pulled away slowly, dripping and slick. Wrath appeared silently beside the tub, eyes burning like molten steel. Neither of them made a move to stop. Instead, they each grabbed their cocks, slick and hard, stroking themselves with cruel, deliberate slowness. I lay there between them, soaked and trembling, my cock leaking and twitching in Lust’s firm grip. “You want this,” Lust said darkly, eyes locked on mine, fingers tightening as he stroked. “You want us marking you. Owning you.”

“You can.” His tongue pressed against her again and he sucked her fluttering clit into his mouth. His tail kept going, fucking into her with ruthless abandon, all while his sinful mouth devoured her clit. It was bad. But so good. It shouldn’t be happening. But gods it was. It was forbidden, this kind of reckless lust. The elders used to preach about lust like this, about this kind of reckless desire. Adelaide would laugh about it as Liam explored her willing body. But this was more. More destructive. More volatile. This was The Devil.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

I looked at the dirt hiding underneath my nails, Is this the kind of life I want for myself? A simple life? No. I wanted an adventure. I want to do crazy things; I want to travel around the world and take pictures. I don’t want to be anyone’s doll. And that’s what Louis would want from me. What would Carlos want from me? Not a doll lifestyle. What would the guys be up to back in the house? Would Carlos have made it if I hadn’t come running after his call? I shrugged my curiosity off. I owed the man nothing.