Novelas Eroticas Gratis Novels & Stories

“Good. Come here, both of you.” Neena rode me first, moaning loudly while I fumbled with Cassidy’s breasts and she whimpered. “A-Alpha!” “Cry louder,” I groaned out loud, pinching her nipples. “Ah!” By the time I'd released from Neena, Cassidy was writhing as my fingers worked on her pussy. Then she exploded, and Neena gently took my fingers and licked them, looking at me directly as she did so. The minx. I smiled at her show and held her neck before pulling her closer to me so I could kiss her. I didn't exactly like kissing, but I wanted to taste someone. Anyone.

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

I took a glimpse of my watch and turned back to her. “It is almost time for Physics class,we have to go and grab lunch.” “Sure…” We started walking to the cafeteria and I could swear that I caught Anna throwing weird stares at me. We stood on the line with our trays in our hands. Anna bent over and whispered into my ears. “Maybe we should read some of your erotic stories while we eat.” My body went cold. There was no way in hell I was letting someone else read my diary. There were quite a lot of erotic and sex scenes in it and the worst part was that they were not mine. They were about my friends or random students I randomly pair up in my head.

“Look at you. Dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat.” I whimper around Maria’s fingers. Lucia and Rosa kneel in front of me, pushing my habit up to my waist. Cool air hits my bare thighs and the wet mess between them. Rosa leans in and drags her tongue up my inner thigh, licking up the slick that had run down. “Sweet,” she whispers. “Little straight girl tastes like sin.” My face burns with humiliation, but my hips jerk forward, chasing her mouth. Elena laughs softly and pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burns so good I almost cry out again. She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur.

Just two friends helping each other out and one very generous boyfriend who was more than happy to lend a hand…or a cock-when needed. "Hi, Mia," I called out, still riding Ethan. "You're just in time." She smiled and blew me a kiss, then set her coffee down on the nightstand. "I'II wait my turn. Take your time." But I had other ideas. I slid off Ethan's cock and crawled up his body, positioning myself over his face. He got the message immediately, his tongue finding my clit with practiced precision. I moaned, my hips rocking against his mouth. Mia watched us for a moment, her eyes dark with want. Then she pulled off her dress, revealing the lacy black underwear underneath. No, wait…no underw

She wanted everyone to know that while the holy Father was dead, the town harlot was very much alive. Beside her stood Ruth-Ann. At eighteen, she was a masterpiece of untapped potential. While her friends spent their weekends getting sweaty in the backseats of trucks, Ruth-Ann had remained a fortress. Even with her boyfriend, Dante Grimes, the school's golden boy, she felt nothing but polite boredom. She glanced at her phone, seeing his latest text: 'So what do you say? Are you in or not?' Of course she wasn't in. The thought of Dante's mouth on her pussy made her stomach turn with a dry, clinical distaste. Why would people partake in such a disgusting act?

“We should not be doing this.” “Tell me to stop then,” I growled, sucking on her neck. She did not tell me to stop. Instead, she took my hand and guided it down the front of her tiny shorts. My fingers found her completely bare. Soaked. Burning hot. “Fuck,” I groaned. “You are dripping for me.” Isabella whimpered as my fingers slid through her slick folds. “I have been wet since yesterday. Since the moment I hugged you.” I pushed two fingers inside her without warning. She was incredibly tight. Scorching hot. Her walls clenched around my fingers like velvet heat.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.