Lustful Novels & Stories

Both of them were gasping for breath in the throes of total satisfaction. Dipping her fingers into the coating on her chest, Karen brought it to her mouth to taste the salty fruit of their sex. “Wow, Kyle...that’s a lot of cum. You must have really been excited.” Karen couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction that she had managed to retrieve such a massive load from her new young lover. “I love it.” “I was. Jesus, Mrs...Karen. You’re so gorgeous.” He was like a willing puppy, ready to please her whenever she liked. His lips found hers and she eagerly welcomed his passionate kiss as their sweaty bodies came back into reality. She had definitely found her ideal lover, and in a nice young

It seemed unusual and foreign. “Wail for me, sweetheart. I enjoy listening to lullabies.” She muttered in a sexy manner as she moved her body, reaching for his as his desire for her grows more and more. She cannot hold him responsible for the fact that even it no longer concealed his lust. She was a beautiful woman who was deadly.

ll оut enthusiastic, ѕlurріng, сосk ѕuсkіng. I соuld tеll thаt ѕhе wаѕ dоіng thіѕ tо ѕаtіѕfу hеr own urgеѕ, just lіkе I hаd dоnе with hеr brеаѕtѕ. Uр аnd dоwn the shaft she ѕlurреd, tоnguе rubbіng the undеrѕіdе, ѕеxу full lірѕ ѕlіdіng асrоѕѕ thе ѕurfасе. Aftеr ѕеvеrаl moments оf juѕt еnjоуіng the tоу she hаd fоund, Mаrіа'ѕ movements became ѕlіghtlу mоrе purposeful, аnd she lооkеd uр into my еуеѕ. Hеr hug е, brоwn eyes conveyed a combination оf unrestrained, wаntоn luѕt and ѕіnсеrе, ѕоul-ѕhаkіng lоvе.

The tiny needles grazing my skin provoke more moans. The pinwheel is now in play, intensifying my moans, and the whip's sting on my ass elicits screams. As he presses the pinwheel harder against my skin, the whip strikes again. "Blue", I utter, my mind overwhelmed. I adore every sensation, yet the need to climax soon lingers, and I contemplate using the safe word.

"Not us. You. Only you." Her eyes—already big—went wider. "Just me? Why?" I swallow hard. The words tasted like rust. "They're called Lustfangs. They look almost vampire-like—pale, fast, flawless if you don't know what's behind the smile. But they're not. They run on one instinct." I force myself to meet her gaze. "They smell a woman's desire or her scent from miles away. They track it. They...take her. Over and over until she's carrying what they put inside her."

He’s just too damn good at making my body feel great. Lust, like, love. Three ‘L’ words and I think I have them all covered.

Her touch brought him to the brink almost instantly; a warm slickness—his pre-cum—poured onto her hand, lubricating their shared friction, making her movements sweeter, more decadent, and immeasurably more enjoyable for them both. They remained locked in the consuming kiss, while she continued her masterful, relentless play. The pleasure was so exquisite, so overwhelming, that Rahul could no longer sustain the precarious control he had clung to. He seized her hands, halting their hypnotic motion. His eyes, usually a calm, deep hazel, darkened immediately, cascading with an intense, untamed lust that made her heart pound and her own eyes widen in awe at the swiftness of his transformation.

“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.

The smell of lust was palpable in the air. Lusaka is gentle at first with me, his calloused hands exploring and savoring every inch of my curvaceous body. He tilted his head and buried his face into my neck and planted wet kisses there then biting my flesh softly, which I knew would leave red angry marks. It was as if he was marking me, making declarations of boundary.

he murmured, voice smooth, concealing the fire that had been ignited inside him the moment he saw those damning pages. Trina moved closer, hands brushing the counter, her fingers just barely grazing his. “Strong, just for you,” she whispered, eyes locking onto his. That whisper, that touch, set a slow, deliberate burn through him. Desire and strategy twined together in his mind, each thought sharpening the edge of his plan. He sipped his coffee, trying to savor the warmth while hiding the tension coursing through him.