Naughty In Bed Novels & Stories

My body went even limper, my bones feeling as though they’d been pulled from my frame as I watched the nightmare resume. Zeena was riding him, her rhythm accelerating. Her head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, savoring every touch. While Alex, the man who constantly nagged me to wear "decent" dresses, was busy suckling on my stepsister’s breasts with a ravenous, carnal hunger. In room 404, a phone lying on the nightstand lit up. The act paused for a fleeting second. Alex gripped Zeena’s hips to steady her, and she gasped in frustration before reaching for the device.

It was getting worse with each subsequent sleepover. She always invites me to join her and masturbate, thinking about Finn, my naughty F******k lover, but I always refuse and leave her here to masturbate herself to her satisfaction. The next porn automatically played on her laptop while she rested, trying to get her breath. It was lesbian porn. "Kareen, what the fuck?" I yelped at her. She rolled her eyes and didn't seem bothered that her cum juice was all over the place. What's more, her pussy was still spread wide open, staring at me.

Prologue Anastasia lay on her luxurious bed in the Queen's suite of a five-star hotel. Laughter and music echoed from the sitting room where her bridal party reveled in pre-wedding festivities. However, she was alone, engulfed in a sea of emotions, her tears staining her meticulously applied bridal makeup.

He's not touching me but it's close enough to make me nervous. "We love you Marcus," Nathan says and I can hear the smile in his voice. "I've done something in the bedroom for you. I think it's enough for you to come sleep up there." I reluctantly follow them upstairs and into the bedroom. My eyes widen when I see what Nathan has done to the bed. He's took the legs off so the bed frame is now on the floor and it's ankle height. There are red satin sheets instead of the usual cotton ones and fairy lights hanging from the ceiling above.

~~~END OF SEXUAL CONTENTS~~~ He slid out from her pussy and stood up from the bed. "That was the best fuck ever." Mary began using the bedsheets which weren't covered in their cums to cover her naked body. She watches as he moves around the room butt naked. "So when are we doing this again, le mien sexy (my sexy one)?" She asked sweetly with a sexy smile. "It's not happening, you got what you want so pick yourself and get out of my room." Adam said coldly going towards the bathroom with the box in his hands.

He made a menacing portrait, framed by the doorway he barely fit through. “Pardon the intrusion,” Edward said in a gruff voice. “I was trying to locate my son.” It was then, as she followed his gaze to the bundle beside her, that she realized Crispen had crawled into her bed during the night. He was snuggled firmly into her side, the covers pulled tight to his neck. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize …,” she began. “Since I tucked him into my bed last night, I’m sure you didn’t realize,” he said dryly. “ ’Tis apparent he made the move during the night.”

When we stepped into his room the same big bed where I had first caught him with my panties was waiting, sheets already turned down like he had planned this all day. Marcus shut the door behind us and finally spoke, his voice low and rough. “Take the apron off. Leave the heels on. Then get on the bed on your back and spread your legs wide. I’m done playing.” I swallowed hard but my hands moved anyway, untying the stupid frilly thing and letting it drop to the floor. My tits felt heavy and my nipples were still tight and sensitive. I climbed onto the massive bed and lay back, opening my thighs until the cool air hit my soaked cunt.

"You look like you haven't slept." "I haven't," Nicholas admitted. "But I'm fine. You should sleep. The bed is—" We both looked at the bed, and I felt heat rush to my face. It wasn't a normal bed. It was small, barely bigger than a full size, with black silk sheets that screamed sex. This was a room designed for buyers to have sex immediately after the auction, and the bed reflected that purpose. "You take the bed," Nicholas said firmly. "I'll stand." "Nicholas, you can't stand all night," I protested. "You're exhausted."

I heard Nate start looking on his side of the bed. "Found it!" he said cheerfully. I sighed with relief and stood up. My legs trembled with pain, as if I had run a ten-hour marathon. I sat on the soft bed and looked around. The room was a disaster. The bed completely upside down. The table was completely bare and everything on it was thrown to the ground, broken. "Or rather, found them," said Nate, lifting more condoms from under the covers. God was four used condoms. I think at that moment I had become completely red.