Mature Attraction Novels & Stories

'What would it feel to pound him hard? Those peaches are not big nor small, just enough to be called a peach yet why is he so aroused. He can feel his hotdog throbbing just for a mere thought of wrecking Tales cherry. 'Is he into things that interest me? What will be his reaction if I tie him up like a shibari, put a ball gag on his mouth, cuff his wrist, flog him, use those clamps on him or any vibra--- ahh thinking of it make me horny.'

I couldn’t tell… I couldn’t even bring myself to call Tasha and let her know that her plan had worked. I had snagged a Greek god and for the first time in a long while, I was too sexually satisfied that I craved more. But she was probably still high as fuck and fucking some guy from the club. I didn’t think calling her would be the right thing to do right now I leaned against my chair and let the idea of even calling her slip off my mind and just focused on Nate’s banging body and the weight and size of his golden dick.

Or will his plan backfire and end with him losing the girl of his dreams, never getting a chance to try to save either of them from themselves? For mature audiences only due to the graphic nature of certain situations. Read at your own discretion. Triggers include: Age gap, stalking, graphic depictions of sexual content, (con/noncon/dubcon), death, kidnapping, mental health issues, abuse, addiction, bdsm, rough sex, unusual kinks, escorting, strong language, threesomes, drug use, dark erotica, slow burn, hate to love, forbidden romance, possessive, controlling, and dominant men, sociopathic behavior, voyeurism, Stockholm syndrome, trauma bonding, talk of past trauma from both Mc and li, gunp

His authority just makes him even sexier. Gavin glances over at me and I smile at him. Too bad I’m not wearing a skirt right now, then I could really give him something to look at. I listen to him and the other people talking about a whole bunch of boring stuff that I don’t really understand for what feels like forever. I start getting bored, which I know is probably a little immature. I just really want him to fuck me and that can’t happen until his meeting is over.

We thanked them by cleaning every cock spotless with our tongues. As the weeks passed, our confidence skyrocketed. We were no longer just horny and desperate—we were professionals. Seductive. Addictive. We learned what these powerful men craved: the taboo thrill of mother and daughter, the way our dark skin glistened with their cum, the filthy talk, the total surrender that still felt like control. One quiet night after a particularly intense session with three hedge fund guys, Mom pulled me into the shower again. We washed each other slowly, fingers gentle between sore thighs.

His other hand slid back into my shorts, fingers plunging back into my soaked pussy. Downstairs, Mum laughed loudly at something her friend said. Mark fingered me faster, thumb rubbing my clit. My knees buckled. He held me up, lips against my ear. “You’re going to come on my fingers while your mum is right downstairs,” he whispered. “And then I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck you raw. Understand?” I whimpered, nodding desperately. My resistance was crumbling fast. And I was terrified how much I wanted him to break me completely.

Panic and lust twisted together in my gut. “Trevor?” I stared at him, betrayal and disbelief warring inside me. “You’re in on this?” Trevor stepped forward first, slow and deliberate, hips rolling in that easy, confident way that had first caught my eye at the cafe. “Relax, baby.” His voice was low, teasing, dripping with promise. “Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted? To be used like our little sex toy? We’re gonna give you exactly that. Fuck you so hard you won’t feel your legs for days.”

KANE I stood in the shadows, watching as Catherine sat with my mother. I watched how her delicate fingers scribbled something on parchment. They were outside in the garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers. My mate was here, just within reach, yet something gnawed at me. A primal need to claim her, to keep her close, warred with the fear that I could destroy her. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm. My mother’s voice floated over to me, cheerful and full of excitement as she guided Catherine through the process of sending invitations to dignitaries across the realm. Invitations for a mating ceremony she really wanted to happen.

He is a perverted man. I felt like fire was spreading to my face, causing me to feel hot. The scene of that morning reappeared in my mind. Our appearance was like primitive people and the marks of kisses all over my body, the scratches on his body, the pillows and blankets messed up, the clothes thrown around. As fast as lightning, I hung up the phone, turned off the Wi-Fi network, and blocked the phone number of the rogue creature named Brian. Don't tell me he's thinking about the hot and cold scenes between me and him. Oh my God. Just thinking about that scene gives me goosebumps and chills down my spine.

The corners of Nathan's mouth were curled into a smile all this while, and his eyes twinkled with impish charm as the light reflected in them. He put his glass of wine under his nose and smelled it lightly, it was fragrance and elegant, without any strong alcohol. “Her moans were just like a pig cries in my ears” He began in a soft yet husky voice, “Her pussy was as wide as a swimming pool and even her boobs were so little that I could barely suck on them” He purposely paused to study his friends' expression, they weree now looking so shocked already, so shocked they were that they didn't realize their jaw had dropped open.