Lustful Novels & Stories

Yet, as soon as her eyes shut, a haunting image invaded the darkness behind her eyelids. In the void of her closed eyes, a pair of dark brown eyes flashed, she can never forget the look, he looked different, and he looked vicious. If there was any expression was reflecting in his eyes then it was LUST, only Lust. It’s been an hour; Aurora stood under the water, trying to wash away all the bad memories from mind, but every time she closed her eyes all she can see his lustful gaze roaming all around her naked body and nothing. Those eyes she can’t remove from her fucking brain as if it got written permanently inside her brain. The way his gaze roam around her na

She wouldn't let it spoil her night. She found a matching lingerie and put it on. She slipped into her red outfit and walked back to the vanity mirror. Examining her look, a look of pride crawled up her face. I look dead gorgeous, she praised. She applied powder on her face and smashed her lips with a ruby red lipstick. She pouted her lips. The mirror revealed that she was all perfect for tonight. It's time to have my way, she expressed.

He winks and I roll my eyes. "Go have your bath.... and come have breakfast." "Don't you wanna shower with me...." he says coming over to where I was and nuzzling my neck. I breathe in and quickly move away from him. He's really a badass at flirting. "Stop flirting." I say as I poke his chest slightly He chuckles and walk out of the room to the ensuite bathroom. I sit on the couch as I picked my phone. There was a text from Stacy. *HEY LES, ARRIVED ALREADY HUH?. I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T DEVOURED HIM JUST YET. DON'T FORGET THERE'S C O N DOMS, MAKE SURE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF IT, NOT READY TO BE AN AUNT YET.

“What is she talking about?” He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched. His silence was worse than any confession. Celeste’s laughter split the air again, high and cruel. “Ah, there it is. The silence that damns.” She spread her arms wide, as though presenting us on some twisted stage. “The lover who bleeds for you, Aria, but bleeds secrets too. Tell me, how long will your lust last when you realize it’s built on lies?” Julian finally snapped, his voice breaking like thunder. “Enough!”

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.

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.

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

I slid under the table slowly, heart racing, dress riding up my thighs as I crawled between his legs. He shifted slightly, spreading them. Unzipped his pants. I stared up at him, breathless. “Take it out.” I obeyed. Hard. Heavy. Warm. I wrapped my lips around the tip slowly, already dripping with arousal from the teasing. My tongue swirled as he let out a low groan, hand disappearing under the cloth to pet my hair. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Good little slut. I wonder what Lucian would think when he finds out his wife is taking me in public.”

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.

Private. He turned to me, eyes black with pure lust. “Alright, Ava. Time to pay your old man's debt like a good little whore.” His big hand shoved straight up under my tank top, rough palm claiming my bare tit completely. He squeezed hard, thumb flicking my stiff nipple as he pulled me into a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips, invading my mouth, tasting of whiskey and smoke while he pinched and rolled my nipple hard between his fingers. I moaned into his mouth despite myself, my body betraying me.