Lustful Novels & Stories

he said, groaning my name. With that, I wrapped my arms around his back, dragging my nails across his skin, which made him hiss. I pulled our lips together again, our bodies tangling once more. “That’s it, sweet mate, touch what’s yours,” he said as soon as we broke apart. With those words, I approached my climax quickly. I felt that familiar wave of pleasure rising. His thrusts did not stop for even a moment. He flipped me so I was on all fours, his hands holding my arms in place—pinning me. His thrusts became more erratic, never slowing down. I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

Lưu Loan arched beneath him, rolling her hips to meet his thrust before he'd even fully sheathed himself. "Slow?" she teased, breath hot against his throat. "Or do you prefer it rough, my lord?" He answered by slamming into her, his grip bruising on her thighs. She gasped, then laughed—a filthy, delighted sound—as he fucked her with punishing strokes. Her body moved like a dance, every twist and clench calculated to wring pleasure from him. Ánh Nguyệt had trembled; Lưu Loan commanded. Her nails scored his back as she came, her cunt milking him shamelessly. Duy Nam gritted his teeth, driving deeper, chasing his own release.

Biting her finger playfully, she gave them a sultry glance. Wrath growled. "You tricked us!" Lust chuckled, her laughter smooth and mocking. "Oh, darling," she said, her tone dripping with satisfaction, "Missed me?." Lust leaned back on a nearby rock, crossing her legs deliberately, showcasing the smooth curve of her thighs. A wicked smile played on her lips as her tone turned teasing. "So, what's the grand plan, gentlemen?" she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. Wrath, his jaw tight, snarled, "We break into the palace and take the goddess. Simple as that."

Love was not part of their vocabulary, but lust was their mother tongue, fluent and unforgiving. As his pace quickened, so did her heartbeat, a symphony of carnal anticipation building to a crescendo that promised nothing but destruction in its wake. They were fire and gasoline, drawn together only to burn. And in that moment, Cathleen understood that there was no recovery from this—only the relentless pursuit of pleasure at the hands of her greatest adversary.

I gasped out, my voice all shaky and desperate while my hands grabbed at her full ass cheeks, pulling her down so her dripping bare pussy lips could slide messily against the soaked front of my jeans. Ara kept rocking her slippery folds along my seam, her big tits bouncing heavy with every move as she grinned that wicked way. “That was Lustfire, baby. Just a little sex enhancer to turn your sloppy pussy into a dripping desperate mess and make you hornier than you have ever been. Feel it burning deep in your cunt? Good girl. Now shut the fuck up and take this wet pussy on yours.” We lost it completely after that. The Lustfire made everything feel twenty times stronger, like every nerve in my

“The storm is not a melody for a creature of lust to play with.” “But it is,” she insisted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She reached out, not touching him, but letting her hand hover near the bare skin of his chest. The air between her fingertips and his skin spat and crackled with tiny, eager sparks. “Is lust not a force of nature? Is the peak of passion not its own kind of cataclysm? I believe our natures are not so different. Let me learn. Let me feel.”

A faithful reminder of his undying love. "Mm ahh" her strained cries went even louder causing him to move even faster inside her. Her struggle to get a hold of him made him restless as he gripped her hands which covered hers into fists, fingers wrapping around her fists…a position that overpowered her completely, and yet he was not forcing his rhythm on her. Rather, he was moving in response to the demands of her body, thrusting in complement to the pulsing grasp of her flesh…whatever was going on had them responding to each other's bodies. The need to fulfill their lustful desires was imperative. Something which was a necessity and with each deep thrust she t

Insane, intense, and a whiplash-inducing desire that had me doubting the world around me. At my reply, his smile curled into a cocky smirk. "There's a certain electrical buzz between you and I..." the fingers on my hips tightened and my eyes rolled back "...that works in our favor. Lust is a powerful emotion, and I welcome it, nymph." A second ago he insinuated you were a gold digger... "Wait!" My hands, which had been pressed against his chest, tried to push him back. Create some space between our bodies. "Step back."

Ralph drawled, Liam raised his brows. "Or?" He asked Ralph who continued in a questioning tone. " or have you developed some human feelings for that girl? Do you love her?" He asked Liam burst into laughter hearing him. He scratched his cheek, shaking his head a little. "Oh Ralph!" He started, drew in a short but sharp breath and added. "You are right, I have developed a human feeling for her but its not that stupid love thing. Na! What I feel for her is greater and faster than that. I am in lust with Aurora. All-day I think nothing except how it would feel to hold her in my arms and ruin her for everyone else. That girl has become a necessity for me. I can't tolerate her chattering self bu