Marriage Erotica Novels & Stories

If marrying a ruthless man meant keeping her alive… Then I would do it. I would endure the cold, the distance, and the loveless contract. I set the phone down and exhaled slowly. Then, against my will, Ethan's face surfaced in my mind, his steady gaze, his controlled presence, the sharp edge of confidence he wore like armor. I clenched my fists. I hated that I had noticed. Hated even more that I found him… a little attractive. That was dangerous. And I had a feeling this marriage was going to cost me far more than I was prepared to lose.

This is the woman I married, this is the woman I miss. My wild, crazy, loud woman. Fuck, I’m close. So close to having her agree to a ménage, and the thought of it made me explode too.

She loves Aidan so much and gives what she can give other than sex. Autumn remembers Aidan telling her that they would just do it after their wedding. She used to think that he was too sweet and a gentleman to think about it, but now? She laughed bitterly in her mind. This is Aidan’s loss. She knows she's more than enough and she's a complete package! She's a wife-material and she always shower Aidan with love. No matter how complete package a woman is, if the man gives in to temptations, she can do nothing.

It felt too intimate,and personal,lying next to him as she leaked from below. Vikram pulled his wife over him when his wife was at arm's reach. He couldn't get enough of her. Keerthi raised a brow when her husband's finger tip entered her."We had sex like twelve minutes ago." "This is not exactly sex",Vikram shrugged, pushing his finger upto his knuckle. Keerthi moaned when her husband's hand moved at a rapid pace. She wanted to whine when she felt pleasure build her,her toes curling when her husband continued to pump into her mid orgasm,her legs quaking as she kept coming.

"You shouldn't say that to anyone. It would make me look back since you're married to me." I suddenly felt uncomfortable being so close to him as the conversation led to us not consummating our marriage. I was about to climb down from the bed when he turned to me. "Or maybe we should correct that?" He didn't give me a chance to reply as he wrapped his hands around me, bringing me to lay on the bed as he hovered on top of me. "What are you doing?" My voice shook out of nervousness. "Teaching my wife how to write an erotic scene." He placed his hands on my exposed thighs, and I instantly regretted putting on booty shorts.

He took a condom from the side of the bed. He will really claim her body! She didn't know why she didn't get up and just kept watching his every move. Eventually, he poked the head of his manhood to her wetness and rubbed it several times. She closed her eyes again and bit her lip hard. He slowly inserted the head of his maleness into her hole. "Ahhggghhh! Sh*t! Ahhh!" His successive growl as he slowly buried his "thing". He slammed into her as he continued to press it inside.

He stilled for a moment, buried to the root, his balls against her butt, them both gasping. Then he began to move. His thrusts weren't gentle. They were deep, hard, and piercingly precise. With every thrust of his hips, his balls slapped onto her wet, sensitized clit, delivering shockwaves of ecstasy to her supersensitive tissue. The coarse, animal sounds he made, the crackle of skin against skin, the rippling and tightening of muscle beneath her fingers, it was the most erotically intense thing she'd ever experienced. Varya leaned across them, her chest pressed against Aris's arm. She took Joren's lips in a hard, starved kiss, then turned and did the same to Aris, so they could taste each o

Not even the press. That I’m married to him.

[Olivia] It's been a chaotic week since the small parlor wedding that felt more like a joke. All my family was concerned about was to make sure we registered our marriage, which we had no option to do It's my third day as a married woman. I was still at my apartment but I was finally moving to Lucas's house today. I've been hesitant about moving, it didn't feel real, we've drafted our contract specifically including every detail that is supposed to keep the marriage going for six months which was the time limit I agreed on.

I not only wanted an up- close show, but I wanted Polly to know as soon as possible that if she ever wanted to make this a regular thing, she needn’t worry about the wife. “Come on, Trent, cum inside that tight little pussy of hers,” I begged. “Cum inside her just like you always wanted to do with me. Of course, she’s so young and fertile; I just hope you don’t impregnate her.” The very idea only left me hotter and more aroused than ever before. I suppose, looking back, it’s why I had to confront them. I wanted to goad him on – I wanted to be a part of the crucial finish, because it was ultimately the best part of the entire fetish for me. The idea of my husband, impregnating some gorgeous y