Mexican Lust Novels & Stories

Belle knew Sylve Inc, she was sure they were part of the pages on the Crisp-tv media house's magazine this week. "Yeah. I once dated him, Carl Lumre; he was nice at first and then it all went sour. He was a serial cheater and a proud one at that, you know what he used to say to me? He would say; I am Carl Lumre and I can do whatever the fuck I want. This man swore he loved me...."

he stated with a straight face. A gasp left from Stacy's mouth. The nerve of him! She didn't know who he was and why Mikaela was given a task to crack a deal but she knew that the man before him came only for a fuck. Was Mikaela into this kind of thing? She shook her head. There was no way a prideful woman like Mikaela would get into prostitution. Stacy was confused but more than that she was angry. Angry at the man with a horrible attitude.

he cried while talking to the girl. "I risked blood and my own life on this job." "What's the difference between the two of us? Isn't the work we do just the same dirty and disgusting? In fact, the work you do is even worse than mine. I use it on different men my own body, but I'm not a criminal who kills people!" when he said that, the girl smiled and glanced at him from the side mirror. "Isn't it considered criminal what you did to rape her? Ms. Hera Marcaida? the current fiancee of your ex boyfriend Adante Bautista? or why do you seem to be silent about that? Am I wrong about that?"

He said as I slowly let myself down on his lap but I found bubbles pop in my tummy and sparks fly down there as he coiled his hand around my waist and pull me closer. "Oh, you eating ice cream," He said grabbing the spoon and taking a bite. I heard a snicker from Rex and I look at him. "Get your own you jackass" Alex just laughed. They watched their game as I finished my ice cream. My legs were clenched shut because of the sudden wetness I felt. That night, I felt a heavy body fall on my bed. I was too tired and asleep when I felt an arm wrap around my bare waist, The sudden feeling of a rough hand across my waist made me open my eyes and I tried to turn and ask who it was.

I tasted my arousal, and my nipples tightened again like I hadn’t just come so hard, I couldn’t breathe properly. He gripped my hips again, pulling me off the desk and bending me over so I was bared to him. My gown was still bunched around my hips, and my underwear lay in tatters on the floor. I heard my desk drawer open, followed by the rasp of a zipper and the distinctive tear of tape. My mouth dried. “What—” A piece of duct tape sealed over my lips, cutting me off. Lust and fear surged through me in equal measure, one indistinguishable from the other. He’d left my hands free, so I could easily tear off the tape—but I didn’t.

CHAPTER 4 Later that evening, El Casa Cuatro is full of rigor, one of the renown club around Mexico. Men loitered. The cheers of both sexes on vigour as they lost sanely –room confined by the smell of alcohol, smoke and sex. Sweaty bodies grind uncaring. Strangers who initiate intimacy in spite of unbeknownst circumstances. People on that place were driving themselves to ruin, but it makes them free. Cluttered disarray in a crude display to what excites them.

The thought of what he was going to do to my mom ran chills along my spine. "Don't be nervous, you are going to enjoy it," he added and continued with what he was doing. I could feel my sexual urge building and my wetness dripping, and that made me hate myself even more. How can my body be enjoying this? How can I get wet during this assault? My muffled scream soon turned to moan, I was lust in desire. It was totally a heavenly moment, having both of them exploring me, leaving no stones unturned.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

As he plundered her kisses, he already positioned himself between the Rubbing against her once, twice, he drove in, thrusting all the way to the hilt. Maya didn't even get the chance to scream as that was swallowed by a kiss. The air around them blazed with heat as passion and lust mixed to become one. It burned. Oh God it burned, Maya thought to herself as she struggled against him, tears stinging her eyes. She was so full it was uncomfortable. Dexter held back long enough for her to relax before resuming with his demands. he set her entire body ablaze. Her nails dug into his back as he unleashed his demands on her.

~*MIA*~ “Have you lost your mind, Mia?” Chase choked out. He pushed me back like my touch repulsed him. Like I burned him. Then he stared at me—not with anger, but with a look I could recognize from miles away. Lust. And it pulled a slow smirk onto my lips. “I know you want this,” I said. “Same as I do.” I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “So just… fuck me. It’s not a big deal.”