Midnight Pleasure Novels & Stories

“I’m going to cum if you keep doing that…” He suddenly stopped moving and pulled back, leaving me empty and aching. “Not yet,” he said with a dark smile. “The Midnight Tease is far from over.” I collapsed onto the bed, panting, my body shaking with denied pleasure. My pussy was throbbing painfully, dripping onto the sheets. I looked up at Ryan, eyes glassy with lust, and whispered breathlessly: “My next dare is going to be even filthier…”

Only half of his length fit, so I placed my hand around the remainder as I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth allowing my tongue to circle his head with each trust. I could feel his excitement rise as his hands reached for the back of my head pushing himself further into my throat then I had imagined possible. My body was tingling with lust, every moan he made and every thrust set my nerves on fire. I could feel his pleasure coasting through my vines as if it were my own. I felt him nearing his release as together we quickened our pace. With one final trust into the back of my throat, I felt his cum explode in my mouth and my own body echo his release. His saltiness covered my taste buds

Her legs trembled, and she threw back her head, letting it hit the headboard. Pleasure builds and builds until she is so close to climaxing that she could barely breathe. I leaned even closer and growled. “Come for me, beautiful kitty.” The muscles of her core clamp around my fingers and my cock swelled to the point of agony before I swiped her clit once more with my thumb. She exploded in a powerful orgasm that threw her back against the bed. She shuddered and gasped, her entire body convulsing as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.

We were ready. The ball would start when daylight faded and twilight emerged. I peered in the mirror my ice blue eyes were alert and ready for trouble my hair ribboned down my back resting at my waist. Tonight would be my last in the pack. Vivian was slipping on cleanly polished boots before double checking her silver moon necklace around her neck. Out of habit I played with my own matching necklace my fingers looping around the intricate chain. Matching. A gift from our mother. “Well let’s do the best job we can and then skedaddle.” Vivian joked running a brush through her hair once more.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

SPG! Val POV Last night was memorable for me. It adds thrills when her husband was about to saw us. I just came back from my cabin and I rested my back on my bed. I want to sleep but my little thing is getting harder again. "Fuck!", I mumbled as I pulled my body from the mattress and ambled to the bathroom.

"You taste so fine, Miss Manroe." Her lips part and her eyes darken with want. I think she's a little shocked. I lift her off the floor and lay her carefully on her bed. She looks at me with hooded lustful eyes. The sight of her laying there, naked for my pleasure is too satisfying. I would have taken my time to have a good look if my erection wasn't this throbbing. My pants are getting uncomfortable. I unbackle my belt and undo my fly. I remove the condoms from my pockets and place them on the nightstand.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

/səˈlāSHəs/ arousing or appealing to sexual desire or imagination. Saints and Sinners may be separated by their actions, but they are united by their reaction to passion. - Gaiven Clairmont Laila Beg for him? Men are the ones who beg not me. But fuck! He makes my core ache. We entered the double doors of the club. The amusement sparkled within me because of the different strings of neon lights surrounding the club or how the placement of the dim lights with red and blue hints under every table.

The small satisfaction in his expression. Then he moved between her legs again. This time, he used a different product, something that looked like a luxury vibrator, beautifully crafted, designed for maximum sensation. He positioned it against her clit and turned it on at a frequency that seemed calibrated specifically for her breaking point. The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. She was already so close, so desperate, that within seconds she felt herself cresting toward something massive. "Let's test your orgasmic threshold," he murmured. And this time, he didn't stop.