Naughty In Bed Novels & Stories

He was so hard it looked painful. “Go back to bed,” he said. I didn’t move. “Now.” I turned. I walked slowly, letting my hips sway. I knew he was watching my ass. My soaked cotton shorts were sticking to me. I felt like a fucking p**n scene, and— I liked it. I left my bedroom door open, on purpose. Laid back on my bed. Spread my legs. Let the tank top ride up. And touched myself mercilessly. One finger, then two — slick, fast, filthy. I rubbed my clit in fast circles, hips rolling, breaths sharp. I moaned. Loud.

NOVA “One, you will sleep in my bed,” he tells me and my blood runs cold in my veins. He’s a fucking perv! That’s what he is! How could he ask me to sleep in his bed? "What?" I hiss, rage already stirring inside of me. "You heard me," he says calmly. "Every night you must sleep in my bed. With me." My heart slams against my chest. "You're insane." "Possibly," he replies. "But I'm also the only reason you're not in shackles right now. You want my protection? My silence? Then you follow my rules."

“Wasn’t that nice? Mia’s such a bright girl. Harvard finalist. Can you imagine? You could learn a thing or two from her, Ethan.” I force a grunt that might pass for acknowledgment. Dad claps me on the shoulder as we get out. “Night, kid. Don’t stay up too late playing games.” “Yeah,” I mutter. “Night.” >>>> I lock my bedroom door the second I’m in. I turn the lights off and dash to the shower. I groan the second the water hits my skin. My cock’s already rock-hard again, jutting up against my stomach and leaking at the tip.

Should you go to the bedroom? He started to doubt the direction he was going when Mary started talking. “Your parents are nice,” she said. “Yeah, they’re amazing.” He didn’t know what else to say. Taking the lead, he took her down the hallway to his bedroom. In the distance he heard his parents talking. His mother was squealing about how adorable Mary was. She was a nice girl. The innocence she possessed came off her in waves. No one had touched her. Nathan wasn’t a virgin. He’d been having sex for a couple of years. It was probably something he shouldn’t have been doing, but he’d always been highly sexed. There was no way he was going to be having sex anytime soon with Scarlet. He’d be happ

In all honesty, he seems to be suffering like me. "I wouldn't lie to you," I tell him, tapping the area next to me on the mattress with an exhausted smile. "Do you want to stay the night? You don't have to sleep in the same bed, but... We already had sex, so I don't see the point in trying to hide... My body..." "You have nothing to be ashamed of anyway," Noah approaches my bed with those dark circles underneath his eyes. The very ones I wish I could erase from his face. "You're gorgeous, Natalie, just like your daughter... Although I would claim Emma got my eyebrows. The shape."

He sits me down on the edge of his desk and moves between my legs. “What’s that?” My words are barely above a whisper. “Laying you across my desk and eating your pussy.” “Taylor!” “There you go saying my name again. I think you’re baiting me because you really are my naughty girl.” He starts to push up my skirt, and I don’t stop him. In fact, I part my thighs. Would it be so bad to be a little naughty? Maybe just this once.

“He likes to see everything when he walks in. Makes him hard instantly.” Nina’s sob caught in her throat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the little cotton shorts she slept in and let them drop. No underwear beneath. A neat, trimmed patch of dark curls, already glistening. The scent of her arousal mixed with Rita’s fever-sweat and filled the room like incense. Rita inhaled greedily. “Fuck, look at you. He’s going to lose his mind.” Nina climbed onto the bed as if it were a scaffold. The mattress dipped under her knees. She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled.

Badly. I locked my bedroom door—or at least I thought I did—and dimmed the lights. My laptop sat on the bed, screen glowing with the video I'd bookmarked weeks ago. Hardcore p**n, the kind that twisted my fantasies into knots: a burly stepdad pounding his twink stepson, no holds barred. The twink looked a lot like me—slim, smooth skin, messy dark hair. I hit play, the moans filling the room as the stepdad's thick cock slammed into the boy's tight ass.

Within moments the two men were as naked as she was and standing on either side of her on the lavish bed. Natasha found herself kneeling on the huge bed with two erect cocks aimed at her face. She laughed at the feeling she got of being like a little girl in a chocolate Shoppe, excited and greedy for everything in sight.

We'll have to do something about that last one before Bridget's parents return. I lay between Bridget and Janet, with all four of us sleeping in the King size bed naked. Just the thought of it was turning me on again. I've turned into some sort of sex hungry demon girl. All I wanted to do right now was touch Janet's bum that was pressed up against me. Her bubble butt is so round and tight I just wanted to kiss it.