One Shot Erotica Novels & Stories

His eyes flickered with arousal. "Damn... wet," He huskily whispered and bent down to twitch her nipples over the thin bra layer. Unhooking it recklessly, he took her nipple into his mouth and gave them a slow and gentle suck while the other hand softly pumped a finger inside her sex. Slowly, his finger moved inside her panty, and then impatiently, he tore the last piece of her body. He inserted two fingers inside her vagina, and the soft movements turned rough and deep. "Ohh... God," Elaina's back arched off the bed as she began to feel the erotica.

he says in a rather dangerous way that gives chills to Coral. He scoops her in his arms and puts her down in the comfy bed. Coral lays on the bed waiting for good sex. He comes on top of her, his knees on either side of her petite body, enveloping her securely. While he kisses her, his one hand snakes her behind and unbuckles the strap of her bra. Wildly tugging the bra off her skin, he growls finding her nipples hard like pebbles and ready for him to devour them. Pathing kisses from his lips to his neck and then circling his tongue on her nipple. Coral dugs her nails on the bed as his movement drives her to the edge. She just had an orgasm and she might be having one if he keeps on teasing

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

Curves in all the right places, a natural artistry that makes my mind feel like it’s about to split into two, one half screaming in alarm, the other half roaring in pure, unadulterated desire. The sun, a benevolent spotlight, catches her, illuminating the delicate planes of her face, the rich, warm tone of her caramel skin. She glows. Truly, madly, deeply glows. She’s the most exquisite, beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. And then there is that ass. That utterly perfect, beautiful curve, a testament to some divine sculptor. She's wearing denim shorts. Or should I say, *bum shorts*, as some ladies call them. They are practically so short that the fabric barely skims the apex of her

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

The sound was a gunshot in the quiet room, a symbolic end to everything she had once been. He came with a roar, his hot seed flooding her, marking her as his. He stayed inside her for a long moment, his breathing ragged. Then he pulled out, leaving her sprawled and broken on the desk, his cum trickling out of her, mingling with the sweat on her thighs. She thought it was over. She lay there, her eyes closed, waiting for him to leave. But he didn’t. He walked around the desk and sat back down in Alejandro’s chair. He picked up his phone and scrolled for a moment, then showed her the screen. It was a picture of her, naked and fucked, lying on the very desk she was on.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

I was throbbing. “Just… touch me a little,” I whispered before I could stop myself. “Over the shorts. Nothing crazy.” His eyes lit up. “Yeah?” I nodded, biting my lip. Damon didn’t waste time. His big hand slid between my thighs and cupped my pussy right over my shorts. The heat of his palm made me moan. “Fuck, Lexi. You’re burning up.” He rubbed me slowly, firm circles that had my hips rolling against his hand. “Soaking through the fabric already.”

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2 Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head. Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock. The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho