Romans & histoires Nasty Erotica

I opened him with my fingers, spit, and the leftover slick from last night, and I pushed into him from behind while he watched us in the mirror. It was fast. Ugly. Honest. He bit his own arm to stay quiet. I held his hip and his throat and fucked him until his knees bent. He came on the marble with his eyes on mine in the glass. I came in him and stayed there, forehead on his shoulder, listening to the hotel wake up around a wedding that was already a corpse. “Okay,” he whispered. “Okay. I can say it now.” We dressed. Nate was in the hall, arms folded, looking like a man standing next to a bomb.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

"Harder, Mark! Fuck my ass like you own it. I need it deeper, faster. Give me that raw pain!" Sweat poured down our bodies as he railed me, the bed creaking loudly with every thrust. His cock stretched me mercilessly, filling my ass completely while his fingers reached around to rub my swollen clit. I screamed again, overwhelmed by the intense, taboo lust flooding through me in my sister's house. "Don't stop," I begged, my voice hoarse. "Cum in my ass this time. Breed it like the dirty whore I am for you." Mark leaned over me, biting my shoulder as he fucked harder, our sweaty skin slapping together. The wet sounds of his cock pounding my asshole filled the room, mixing with my moans and his

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

sloppy, continuous, unbroken. Nathan’s hand settled on the back of her head. Ellie didn’t slow down. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, drool running down her chin and dripping onto her chest. The cock was slick and shiny with her spit; every bob of her head made soft, filthy noises. She stroked the base with one hand while her mouth stayed busy, twisting slightly, never letting the wet seal break for long. Nathan groaned above her. Ellie only went messier, letting more saliva spill, coating him completely as she kept sucking.

“Already this messy and I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” I had to cough into my napkin when he pushed those fingers inside me under the table, slow and deep, thumb circling my clit at the same time. No one noticed. He kept talking while he fucked me with his hand, voice calm like we were discussing the weather. “You’re going to get up in a minute, walk to the side hallway, and wait for me like the desperate whore you are. Understand?” I nodded once, cheeks burning. When I finally stood and mumbled something about needing water, my thighs were sticky. Every step made the ruined fabric cling. I went the long way—past the laundry room, into the quiet little kitchenette no one used. I f

I pleaded as he continued to tease me down there, almost making me lose my mind. "You know you are a real bad Girl, crying for my cock this way." He chuckled as he touched my lips. "But what if instead of granting your wish, I punish you more?" He opened his mouth, and his saliva dropped onto my face. But instead of feeling disgusted, I felt even more aroused as I rubbed my thighs together, harder. "I don't mind Santa." I gasped as he pulled at my tits. "But for now, destroy me with that monster of yours."

Van's fingers dug into her hips, his grip bruising as he held her in place, his cock sliding deeper with each thrust. "You like it rough, don't you, mama?" he grunted, his breath ragged with exertion and desire. Camila's body trembled, her muscles clenching around them, the sensations overwhelming. She moaned, a long, drawn-out sound of pure ecstasy, her head thrown back, her hair spilling down her back as she found herself in the highest cloud of ecstacy. Andrew, still stroking himself, moved closer, his dark eyes glinting with lust. "Look at you, so fucking beautiful," he said, "Our little whore."

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.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.