Make Up Sex Stories Novels & Stories

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing

It's more enjoyable without a condom. Me. Bel?? What do you mean?? Ah!! Y'all have started having sex?? My mother would kill me!! Bel. Abegg! What's there? Lol. You haven't had sex before?? Let's talk about this later. Jeff is here and we are busy. Hmmm, I thought Jeff didn't like hear. I even overheard their discussion that day at the library. I hope it's not what I am thinking sha. My ringtone distracted me from my thoughts. I checked and saw that Ade was calling.

Whatever wood he had used for it was definitely worth the buck. Maybe it was my already amped-up arousal from thinking about being with him all morning. Maybe it was the thrill of sex in a semi-public space. Maybe it was the two-week drought. Or maybe this was what make-up sex was all about. I wasn't sure the reason why, but it didn't take long at all before I was seeing stars and he was groaning his release. He kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, his thrusts slowing as he came down. His kisses softened as he stilled, but he kept me pinned to the door.

I scream his name at the top of my lungs. "Cum for me baby. Cum on daddy's cock." He whispers harshly, his orgasm peeking. I let go and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel his load coat my walls and that adds to the pleasure. He thrusts lightly to ride our highs out and leans over me, panting harshly. "That was--." I say but he cuts in. "Mind-blowing." I giggle and he chuckles. "They say make up sex is the best." I say and he smiles.

Darrell already left for work, we were all bored so we decided to swim. "Yeah and after that, we had sex" she giggled. "Woah so you guys are officially together?" "Yeah" "I can't seriously remember the last time, I had a good screw. About three months ago" Daniela said. "Three months? Don't tell me you?..." I trailed off raising my brows at her. "Of course, I had it with one of the male servants" she rolled her eyes. "Holly molly. You need to get laid sis. How about we hit the club tonight?" she giggled.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

"You'd do that? Attach your name? Your reputation?" "My reputation is already attached. Might as well own it." "Elliot." "I'm serious. We tell our story. The real one. How we met. How we fell in love. The complications. The fights. The. Everything. And we show people. This wasn't exploitation. This was. Us. Choosing each other. Against everything." "You're okay with our sex life being a movie?" He smiled. Small. Genuine. "I'm okay with our love story inspiring people. The sex is just part of it. The vulnerability. The trust. The learning. That's what matters."

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”