Lustful Novels & Stories

The perfect explosive junction. That night there was an intense need for Lauren, who acted with a disturbing and uncontrollable sensual frenzy, she laid Karila on her sheets, enjoying the few indescribable seconds of having her almost completely naked looking at her disheveled on her bed, in a focused and irresistible pose. , the brown eyes twinkling insinuatingly as he licked his lips with his tongue quickly.

The aphrodisiac had made her soaking wet, but beneath that artificial flood of arousal, I could still feel her natural heat gripping every inch of me. “Fuck… Laura,” I rasped, my voice thick with lust. Every time I thrust upward, her pussy fluttered and squeezed me greedily, sucking me deeper as if it never wanted to let go. She was burning from the inside ...scalding, silky, and so fucking responsive. Her inner muscles rippled around my shaft with every stroke, milking me, pulling me in further. The wet sounds of her juices coating my cock filled the back of the limo, mixing with her broken, desperate moans.

He pulled his fingers out just to slap my bare pussy, and I cried out at the sharp rush of pain and pleasure. “Raf—” He didn’t let me finish. He thrust the two fingers back inside. “It drives me fucking crazy,” he said, low and heated, “but it makes me want you even more.” My body betrayed me, slick and aching, just from his words. He added a third finger, and I found myself rocking against his hand, chasing the pressure. “You’re going to be a good girl and come for me, aren’t you, Tempesta?” “Fuck yes!,” I moaned.

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. ~

I was so close already, shame and lust mixing into something dangerous and addictive. Kael lifted his head from my breast, lips shiny with saliva, eyes dark with hunger. “You want a divorce? Fine. Scream it. But this pussy doesn’t want divorce. It wants Daddy’s cock. It wants to be ruined again and again until you can’t even remember Liam’s name.” He added a third finger, stretching me wider, pumping faster, his thumb rubbing my swollen clit in fast, tight circles. I was shaking, tears of overwhelming pleasure mixing with the emotional storm in my chest.

My palms pressed against his chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the way his muscles clenched beneath my touch. His hands gripped my thighs, thumbs brushing my sensitive part as I began to move my hips against his slowly, grinding him so hard. “Still angry?” His eyes were dark with lust. “Shut up, Logan!” I leaned down, my lips grazing his ear. He gasped and dug his nails into my hips, but I set the pace, riding him with a slow, sensual rhythm that I was sure was driving him crazy. My head fell back and my hands planted on his chest for balance as I rolled my hips in circles, every movement designed to tease, to punish and please him.

The man ordered as he called his wife's name thrice and the name of the baby thrice. “Good job, now stab them both in the heart." The master ordered again. Leo hesitated for a while before doing so. He stabbed the child first before proceeding to the wife. “Good job, it is done." The master said as they began chanting again. “La hustle or else La wuuu!" A couple of minutes later, everyone had disappeared and then Leo snuck out of the room peacefully as if nothing had been done. He walked back to his room as his wife woke up and smiled at him

Every stroke of his fingers was like fuel on a fire she had been fighting to put out but secretly wanted to burn in. “Damien… please…” she gasped, gripping his shoulders as his fingers moved in and out of her, slow at first, then faster, curling just enough to make her cry out. Her head fell back, lips parted, voice breaking into helpless sounds. He watched her face like a man starved, drinking in every expression, every tremor of pleasure that passed through her body.

I asked blushing and smiling to myself. "If you're actually good you don't get spanking unless it's requested. I could even tie you to a bed and leave a prostate massager in you for hours. That's punishment and pleasure at the same time. I would get the satisfaction of seeing you squirming and moaning uncontrollably shooting loads until you're dry. It's not always about sex. I get pleasure from just seeing you have.....fun or being pleasured as long as it's from me" He whispered against my ear rather seductively and making sure to lick the shell. My eyes were closed imagining whatever he was saying.

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