Novel & Cerita New Erotic Romance

However, what she was feeling so far is nothing but heavenly. Soon he added another finger to the one already effortlessly gliding in her depths. The heel of his hand moved in circles against her sensitive nub in a rhythm so perfect and mouth watering that she could feel her head spin. "Se... bas… tian…" she began to call out his name between her ragged breaths when he increased the pace and pressed the heel of his palm down a little harder. "Shh… Adia… can you hear that? Listen to it. That's the sound of your incredibly wet c*nt." He whispered and the scandalous and erotic squelching sounds suddenly seemed to echo out louder in her ears the moment he mentioned it. Oh dear lord…

The most erotic sight I'd ever seen. I held her close, rocking my hips slowly while she came down from her high. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me like a little heart ㅡ so fucking cute. I kissed her neck softly while I thrusted deeply into her again. "Such a good girl..." I whispered against her skin.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."

I swallowed hard as he leaned over me to reach the door, clicking the lock into place. "Why'd you lock it?" I asked, somehow thinking I sounded stupid. "Privacy," he said simply, settling back against the headboard. Our shoulders touched, our thighs pressed together through our jeans. He opened a streaming site and started typing on the search bar. "This one's a classic." Five minutes in, I realized it wasn't a classic in the way I’d hoped. It was a gritty, European indie film, and the sex scenes started almost immediately. On the screen, a couple was tangled together in a dimly lit room, the sounds of their intense love-making session filling the quiet bedroom.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"I can see your smile. Fuck! you love this, don’t you? Your tits feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. Look at how they bounce, all flushed and needy." He reached down, pinching one nipple hard, making her gasp as he continued to slide through her cleavage. The erotic sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her soft flesh, emerging shiny and slick, drove him wild, the taboo act making her drip onto the floor beneath her. Unable to hold back, Adam pushed her gently but firmly, her back hitting the counter behind her with a soft thud. He came down over her, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.

Now, she had found a new love, someone who had captured her heart deeply. As for Bob, she used to think he was outstanding. However, now he seemed like an old man—silent, domineering, and always putting up a front before her. Her new love was young, good-looking, and had a great physique. He knew how to sweet talk to make her happy. Not only that, the young man was energetic, bringing her joy that Bob, the soft and weak old man, could never provide. Moreover, Bob now had another woman and a son.