Lustful Synonym Novels & Stories

Or maybe it was the version of me he unlocked. The way we sang and laughed as if we were a couple who had been together for years amazed me. As we sang he leaned in again and this time he came in for a kiss! I leaned in too. Yes, I wanted to know how he tasted. I wanted to know if he could kiss. That was either going to kill this obsession I had with him or add embers that would make it burn harder. Our lips interlocked. His lips were soft and his mouth tasted sweet and smelled a little like bubblegum. Our tongues touched and embraced each other like they were old friends.

He slammed deeper and harder, hitting a spot that made my vision white even through the blindfold. "Say it again." He demanded. "Yours, Dian." My voice broke. "Fuck, my pussy is all yours." He groaned. His pace quickened. "That's my good girl. Taking my cock so well. I'm going to fill this tight little cunt until you can feel me dripping out of you tomorrow." The vulgarity of his words pushed me closer to my orgasm. "Please.” I begged. "Please, I'm so close." "Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock, Let me feel you."

The cool air hit her soaked pink pussy, making her whimper. His thick fingers traced the slick folds of her pussy before two of them pushed inside her without warning, stretching her open in a single, deep thrust. Hazel’s back arched sharply off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as he finger-fucked her hard and fast, curling those long digits against that perfect spot inside her. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he pumped in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit at the same time. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he growled against her mouth, claiming her lips again in a messy, biting kiss while his fingers kept working her pussy relentlessly.

At how disobedient she was. Thrust. “Please do it, again” she repeated when she found that little ease she crave with his one strong thrust. “No. I said no release for you.” “Please,” she begged him. And not her annoyance, her moved his head at the crook of her neck sucking her skin and his free hand rubbing sensual circles on her clitoris. “You will not talk to Elijah.” He repeated. Lise frantically nodded her head. “Words angel.” Thrust. “Y-yes,” she moaned feeling his large cock giving her the satisfaction her body craved.

The words left her softer than she meant, but not weaker—if anything, it sharpened her, chin lifting even as her body leaned a fraction closer. “I want to taste the softest parts of your flesh. I want to sink my fangs into your pretty pink nipples. I want to lick you from head to toe, taste every inch of your desire. I want to die with my face buried between your luscious thighs and my tongue deep within your cunt.” As he spoke, his shadows answered each word.

His passionate kisses and hugs were nothing but lust. The way he adored my body was nothing but lust. Whenever he had mentioned “I love you”, it was nothing but lust. The beautiful emotions I always saw in those blue eyes were nothing but lust. The way he made my body react whenever he touched me, was nothing but lust. Everything was lust. Pure lust. Lust with deceit.

“To sate my wanderlust.” Her breath left her in a soft sigh through parted lips, the only outward sign of the violence of her inner reaction to his low, seductive words and the subtle emphasis on the word ‘lust’. She felt like she was on fire, every nerve in her body clamoring for something she didn’t even know but was implied—over and over—in the ferocity of his kisses, the hard lines of him pressed against her.

There was only a deep desire to know him, to have him inside her, to have his hands and mouth all over her body. “What sane man wouldn’t want to stroke your skin, to discover how smooth and silky it felt against his curious hands? Or to taste the sweetness of your mouth right before pushing deep inside you? Or to hold you tight, make you come and come and then drink your orgasm right out of your lips?”

Because of the confinement of the room even though the air conditioner was on full blast? Saul's lids lowered, eyes darkening, emotion dancing in his optics now. That emotion is called lust. His tongue flicked out and wet his lips, libido awakened by the sensuality she oozed. “Do you still think that night was our nuptial night?” They stared at each other. Sophia could see in his tempestuous eyes that if he took her at that very minute, it would be fast and hard and...fucking hot sex. “What do you mean? Wasn’t it?”

Her thighs spread as she walked to within a foot of the frantically masturbating young man. “Look at my pussy,” she whispered, pulling her delicate pussy lips apart so that he could have a better view. “Isn’t that so much better than that cold impersonal piece of paper?” She stepped closer. “Here, smell…” He bent forward quickly, his tongue lapping at her wet slit and she threw her head back, reveling in the feel of his slick tongue against her clit and her lascivious behavior. Her knees quivered and he put his hands on her hips, pulling her over his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her. Lacy’s moans became louder and her hands went to his ears, pulling him into her heat.