Marriage Erotica Novels & Stories

More so, since I am going to be your wife! 'Stay within your limits!' he said, getting up from the bed and rubbing a hand over his eyes. What had just happened? 'I am in my limits!' Erica protested. 'I am engaged to you. We shall soon be married and coming to you to satisfy my sexual urge is not a crime. It is my right!' 'Then you wait till after the wedding is over!' he said, smoothening his hair back from his face as he moved about agitated. What had he almost done?

I used to imagine myself as the damsel being claimed by the main male character whenever I read an erotica, particularly a Viking one while laying in bed and stimulating myself with two fingers on my clit and Sebastian's face would flash before my eyes whenever I came undone. "I'm old enough to get married." I scoffed and took a sip of the amber liquid which left a burning trail inside my tongue and throat. "Alcohol can leave my body in a day, but you know what sticks around longer than gum on a hot sidewalk? Marriage. And sorry, I'm not willing to commit to a life-long partnership with anyone other than my bed and Netf*ix." Taking angry strides, he approached me. "You're only getting engage

With the little information she had on Niall Winchester, he was a known playboy and this marriage had to be a plot to trap him. The thought made her thighs tremble. Her body reacted instantly, pussy clenching tight around the silicone shaft still lodged inside her. “Ohhh, fuck…” she moaned, grabbing the dildo and pumping it in and out with a wet squelch. Her head rolled back against the pillows, eyes fluttering. “Mmm… oh yes… this just got so much better.” Her free hand roamed over her naked body, squeezing one breast hard, twisting her nipple until she gasped. Her hips bucked up off the bed, desperate for more friction.

His eyes were pure heat—lustful, focused, almost reverent. My heart hammered so fast I could feel it in my throat. This was wrong in every way. He was married to Delaney. He was supposed to be my uncle, even if only by marriage. But right then, with his body heat surrounding me and his fingers inching lower, I didn’t care. I wanted this. I liked this. I needed it.

"Good. I'm glad we're clear on that. Let's go back to the party before people begin to wonder where we are." "I don't think they'd be too worried about that, seeing that we are engaged." I shrugged as I followed behind her, the sound of her heels clicking against the marble floors echoing around the empty halls. "Our marriage is an immaculate one. We don't want anyone thinking we are busy exchanging body fluids or rubbing genitals." "That's like the first purpose of marriage. Doing all of that." She stopped for a brief moment and the next words she said tore through me, sending a wave of embarrassment shooting up my brain. "I'd rather touch myself or use a dildo. They've served me better tha

I held my neck with my hand like a slut, hoping he barges in again. I hit orgasm, he still isn’t here like I wished. I walked to his room still soaked, and I found him touching himself while looking at my picture. His shoulder carved, and the deep v of his torso, his tight abs, and the thick curved cock in his hand. He walked to me, grabbed me and I kissed him. His hands went down to my ass and he carried me. Four steps and he dropped me on the bed, spreading my legs. I pulled off my panties as he squeezed my hard nipples, I gasp and moaned soflty,

Erika, was stunned at that statement, she didn't know about that tradition, not to mention that now she seemed the desperate one, —I didn't know, now don't go thinking, that I'm desperate because I'm not, I was just curious, that you didn't get turned on last night. Chad laughed and told her, "Apparently, you are not very observant, you didn't see that I went to the bathroom twice, you turn me on too much I would say, to the point that, if I slept with you possibly, today neither of us would have woken up. Erika, I don't know why you think you don't excite me, or because you think I'm bored with you. But, what I can assure you, is that I am going to marry you, we have a mutual cooperation ag

The Thorne House, once a tomb of sorrow, was now a living, breathing monument to a passion so fierce it had conquered death itself. Clara felt her climax building, a deep, coiling tension. She tightened around him, saw his control snap. With a shout of her name, Elias surged up into her, his release hot and profound inside her, triggering her own. She threw her head back and screamed her ecstasy to the rafters, a sound not of distress, but of absolute, triumphant possession. As they lay tangled together in the aftermath, slick with sweat and spent, the house settled around them with a contented creak. The paranormal seduction was over. It had found its eternal, screaming, blissful end in a b

First, I need to make an agreement with him. And marriage isn't part of my plan! “Eva, tell me you want this marriage,”He murmurs as he begins to showcase his sexual prowess, rocking his hips forward, pressing me to the bench so I could feel the strength of his need for me. “Vitalo am not too sure all marriages are based on something this small and fickle”I whimper as I bite down the moan about to skip out of my lips. But I couldn't stop my own hips from pressing forward. I could feel his arousal tightened and his body was like iron.

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.