Novel & Cerita Marriage Erotica

He groaned, his body tensing as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with a force that left me screaming. I could feel the rough fabric of the sofa beneath me, the cool air on my skin, the heat of Damien's body as he claimed me and made me his. "Emma," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine. All mine." I sighed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling.

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li

Now he’s kneeling in the middle of a crowded café, holding out a ring that sparkles under the lights like it’s mocking me. My chest tightens. This is my worst nightmare. Not wolves. Not ghosts. Not death. Attention. Dozens of eyes are glued to me. Curious. Excited. Judgmental. Some girls whisper, some giggle, others stare like I’m some kind of celebrity. But I’m not. I’m the girl who sits at the back of the classroom. The girl who eats alone. The girl who avoids eye contact. The girl with secrets. “Luna,” Ethan says again, his voice shaking. “Please. I love you. Marry me.”

"You're sweating. And you're... stammering." "I... I just finished a workout," I lied, my voice cracking as Olandria’s lips found the head of my dick. "Hard... hard session. High intensity." "Right," Eva said, trailing off. She looked down at the floor, beating around the bush. "Julian, can I talk to you about something? About the wedding?" Slurp. The sound was tiny, but to my ears, it was as loud as a thunderclap. Olandria had taken me into her mouth. The wet, suctioning heat was so intense I had to grip the edge of the counter until my knuckles turned white.

Not even a cold shower seemed to do much for me after what I just saw. I told myself. 'Gosh, my libido is craving Tameka. I can't believe the effect she's having on me right now. I never knew my wife had such an amazing body! She has it all, too, unlike Lizzy, who is nice but not the full package. I can't seem to understand why my cravings are so strong. I've never sexually desired my wife before now. What I'm experiencing has to be just physical temptation. Finally, I can get over these feelings.' Well, I lied. I sat up, looking at her lying on the other side of the room. My mind kept telling me, 'she is your wife. Why can't I lie down next to her?

“Absolutely, Master, I am yours. Have you never even fantasized about having a slave before?” “The last woman I was with was my wife; we never played any fantasy games. I have not touched anyone in ten years.” I felt the pang of loss begin to grow in my chest again. “Master, I am so sorry. I never knew you were married. May I make a suggestion that might help you to understand what you have gotten yourself into?” “I would be glad to hear anything you have to say.” She then suggested a couple of websites for me to read. Stories and such to let me know what I might want to try.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her with deep, punishing strokes. “You’re getting married next week,” he growled, voice rough with lust. “But right now this pussy belongs to me.” “Yes,” Emma moaned, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder.” Jax obliged, hips snapping faster. The bed creaked beneath them. Sweat slicked their bodies. He reached around and rubbed her clit in tight circles, pushing her toward another peak. “Come for me again, bride,” he ordered. Emma shattered. Her third orgasm ripped through her, harder than the last. Her arms gave out and she collapsed onto the mattress, face buried in the sheets, moaning helplessly as her pussy pulsed around

Zara moaned softly into his mouth. She reached down between them and palmed the growing bulge in his pants. He was already thick and hard. She stroked him slowly through the denim, feeling the heat and the way his cock twitched under her hand. Declan broke the kiss and moved his bearded mouth to her neck. He sucked gently on the sensitive skin just below her ear, his beard scratching lightly in the best way. Zara tilted her head to give him more access. “This is so wrong,” she whispered, voice breathy. “We’re both married. But it feels so right.”

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Sweat made her body shine in the warm light coming through the window. “Malik…” she moaned loudly. “Fuck… Malik, please…” Her fingers made wet, squelching sounds as they moved in and out of her soaked pussy. Clear juices coated her hand and ran down between her ass cheeks onto the floor. Her breasts jiggled with every movement of her arm. Her nipples were dark pink and rock hard. Malik’s cock instantly hardened inside his work pants. He had been sexually frustrated in his marriage for years. His wife barely touched him anymore and watching Mira finger herself while moaning his name sent a rush of raw hunger through him. He didn’t move away. He stayed right there, gripping the scaffolding bar