Non-con Romance (rape Fantasy Romance) Novels & Stories

How can we put an end to this if we don’t stay away from each other? We were not in any kind of relationship, but when I write my diary entry that night, it feels like I’ve been jilted. I strike through the whole entry, determined not to let him mar my sexy fantasies. Just because I stopped acting on these fantasies doesn’t mean I can’t write them. This time, I’m writing from experience. When Rhys touches me in my fantasies, I feel his touch as though it were real, the scent of his skin when he embraces me so unadulterated that the lines between imagination and reality start to blur.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

"Please, Roman—fuck me." He stands, cock rubbing my entrance. "You sure?" "Yes—now." He thrusts in, filling me completely. We fuck on the counter—hard, fast, my nails raking his back. He hits deep, grunting with each slam. I come first, clenching around him, but he pulls out, flipping me, bending me over. He enters from behind, one hand on my hip, the other rubbing my clit. We come together—he spilling inside me this time, hot pulses filling me up.

When Jake finished shaking Connor pulled out slow and his cock was huge and thick with veins bulging, slick with lube and the remnants of Jake’s ass, standing straight up and throbbing as he stroked himself looking at my pussy like he wanted to devour it. “Your turn now Riley,” he said and pushed me onto my back gentle but firm, spreading my legs wide with his hands on my thighs digging in. Jake collapsed beside us panting hard but his eyes were glued to Connor’s cock nudging my entrance, the head rubbing through my folds gathering my wetness. Connor pushed in slow stretching me open inch by inch and I gasped feeling every ridge and vein as he filled me completely, my pussy gripping him tigh

My mouth slightly opened, my breathing haggard. “I want you to cum for me now. Can you do that for me Nova?” My body reacted as if I were a ventriloquist doll. Instantly releasing all over his fingers, a cry of pleasure escaping my lips. I held his shirt tightly; my only anchor to reality as my senses tried their best to return. As I slowly opened my eyes, Nicolai was locked in a gaze….his eyes burning with a desire I’d never seen before. “Tell me Nova,” He said. His voice was husky, sensual, sexy.

During his spontaneous vacation in South Africa, Daniel stumbles into Nina's vibrant club. Their instant chemistry ignites a passionate night, leading to hot sex. As the night unfolds, they discover a passion that ignites their souls. They were supposed to have just one night, but Daniel finds what he wishes for in a short companion, and he invites her to spend his vacation with him to explore their intoxicating connection. #SteamyNight #hookup #bar #mature #strangers #vacation #goodtime #FantasyFulfilled #Interracial #adults

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

Cassie chuckled, her gaze lingering on Sarah. Sarah turned back to the counter, pretending to wipe something that wasn’t there. Cassie leaned in, her voice dropping, conspiratorial. “So? Did you do the deed yet?” Sarah nearly dropped the rag. Her face went from flushed to blazing. “What? No! Absolutely not!” The thought alone made her heart race. “Really?” Cassie looked genuinely shocked, her brows arched high. “You’re telling me you’ve got Jax Reaper Reed kissing your soul outta your mouth and you haven’t gotten naked yet?”

Infact, I didn't stand a chance with the kind of girls he dated. But I had caught him at that unfortunate hour, wanking him until he came. He was alone in the locker room, and I had gone again seeking audience only to pull out my phone and make a video out of that explicit scene. But that video had been my very own doom. I had watched it repeatedly, masturbated and cummed through it perhaps a thousand times. And one of my fantasies was ebbing into reality but in such a dark twist. One of his hand curled around, cupping one of my breasts through my shirt, and I clamped a hand over my mouth.

How could I have known, Steven didn't prepped me, and this was my first real interview ever. This day has gotten even worse. My eyes widened and kept flinching, what other worst thing would happen to me now. I had a purse with me, but in it were my phone and the pant I wore yesterday. I couldn't put it on as it still had the sperm of the guy I had a fun time with at the club. Oh my, the way he touched my body and drove me wild, I kept wishing for more. We kept at it till sunrise, right there in the club's restroom. It was the most freakish night of my life and it made me wanting more.