Nymphomaniac Novels & Stories

The pain slowly morphs into pleasure and I find myself moaning. His low grunts from above me, the flexing of muscles and the sight of him with closed eyes drives me over the edge for the second time. But it doesn’t end . I climax again from the combination of his mouth sucking on my nipples and his hard strokes . I feel my strength begin to wane but this man seems to have the stamina of a a horse. He flips me over to my side and enters me again, maintaining his speed and intensity. My moans turn to screams and when he says “ Cum for me, Sugar” , I climax for the third time. His climax comes chasing mine, deep groans emanating from him.

another man tipped. I rolled my hips as I took my panties off and threw them across the room. Then I angled my pussy towards the camera so that it was clearly visible, all square inches of my lush pink nectar pussy visible to more than 30 thousand men at once, then I slowly start to fuck myself with the big black dildo as I moaned loudly.

Her pussy glistened, swollen and ready. Victoria Nyxar stood at the center like a demon queen ascending her throne. She was completely naked except for her black silk tie still knotted loosely around her neck. Her own monstrous futa cock with a huge, swelling knot at the base, throbbed angrily, the head already dripping with potent, infernal seed.

Chapter one Olivia (POV) Hey, my name is Olivia Russo I'm 21. I grew up with 6 older overprotective brothers and an overprotective dad which I still call Daddy. My mother died when I was still very so I never knew her. For the last three years, I've lived in New York with my abusive boyfriend Bash. In the beginning, when I meet him in high school, he was nice and sweet the best guy I've ever met but after we left school and I moved in with him he showed his true colors.

Nandini sharpened her gaze. She was smiling but it was so innocent that Falcone forgot to take a breath. Damien threw the knife on the table and Falcone jerked. **This Kid is the enemy in my romance. Devil! She is nymph....how could I resist her when she is hell bent to make my knees weak? Her every kind is so fascinating and makes my dark desires awake. ** Nandini came down and saw them having breakfast. Her hair opened and looked so shiny and soft like fine silk threads. SHe chuckled at Falcone's wide mouth but became serious suddenly

The dimly lit bar was a sanctuary for the weary and the wicked alike. The air was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the low hum of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses. Chase Almonte leaned against the polished mahogany counter, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his mind racing with thoughts of revenge. He had always been a man of ambition, but lately, that ambition had twisted into something darker, fueled by a burning hatred for his niece, Desire.

Her eyes popped as it dawned on her what she was about to engage in, but her muddled brain and overloaded nerves couldn't let her string a coherent sentence to get out of the predicament without creating a scene. She straightened her back and lined up next to the other ladies. The said pimp approached her with a dissatisfied look in his eyes. “Lose this darling,” he nudged her jacket. “These clients are loaded, they need to see clearly what they are paying for.” Alicia nodded, discarding her jacket warily. She craned her neck to scan the property, and it was definitely a private residence. Before she could find a potential escape route, the mansion door opened and a rather chippy sexy devil

The woman retorted with a sarcastic chuckle. "Really? Well, keep dreaming that," Bienley said, giving the girls the same sarcastic chuckle, which sparked another outrage. "You know what, I'm not gay, and whenever a girl catches my eye, my dick usually goes wild. But looking at all of you, I'd rather fuck a lamppost." Bienley casually continued, boldly staring at their chests and the short skirts they were wearing. "Have you heard about the Casanova?" After receiving no response from the tongue-tied girls, he went on.

His left fingers squeezed my breast while his right found its way down my panties, and to my clittories as he started rubbing it, switching between being gentle with the rubbing, and being aggressive. I got wet, I trembled, I moaned, I screamed, as Alexander kept going with my clittories. I hated that I was just one of those girls that Alexander just managed to make his way with because he was a nympho, but I had to admit that the sex was really good. I could understand why he thought he was the god of sex. Because he was! It was cringe actually enjoying this moment with Alexander, and I dreaded having to make a tough decision after. I was forced to enjoy the present because I would definite

I walked into the master bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run until the mirrors were completely fogged over. I stepped into the glass enclosure and let the hot spray hit my back. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wet tiles. I was lathering my body with a strawberry-scented soap, my hands sliding over my yoga-toned stomach and down to my thighs. My mind was drifting back to the feeling of Leo’s nine-inch dick. I reached down to wash my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing over my clit, which was already hard and sensitive.