Novel & Cerita Online Erotic Short Stories

In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there. Of course she didn't. Maureen could still refrain from acting like a bitch in front of a man who didn't know much about her. "It's not the scene you need to highlight, but the story pattern they use," Ben explained, "Almost all local eroticism stories have similar bed scenes." Maybe it's the similar reading material. Sometimes there are advertisements for fictional stories that can be read online if you use a free mobile app, and most of them have the same crotch story.

The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed loudly through the luxurious bedroom, mixed with Elias’s shameless, erotic moans that grew louder with every thrust. “Fuck, baby… yes, just like that,” Elias groaned, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw pleasure. He pushed his ass back greedily to meet every powerful movement. “Harder… claim me… I love when you get so rough like this. Make me feel it tomorrow.”

I said slowly, vibrating to my core as his hands slid toward my clit while his fingers started fucking my entrance so well. “You’re fucking wet,” he added, kissing my abdomen slightly. He didn't stop; he kept finger-fucking my pussy while rubbing my clit hard. I couldn't control my moans. They got super loud, really loud, while my eyes kept rolling back. “Oh my God, you’re fucking sweet.” His smile got wider the more he rubbed my clit, and I couldn't control the tears that started to fall from my eyes. I started to mumble, “Hmm... uhm... fuck... Adrian.”

I stroked him eagerly, loving the way he groaned and thrust into my fist. “Such a good little whore,” he praised, voice strained. “Look at you, naked on your professor’s desk and jerking my cock like you were made for it.” He kissed me again while I stroked him faster. His three fingers returned to my pussy, stretching me open while his thumb tormented my clit. We moved together—filthy, desperate, perfect. I released again on his fingers, moaning into his mouth as he spilled over my hand and stomach in hot, thick ropes.

She would worry about Jessica’s fury later if she were to find out. Their breathing became heavier as they approached climax, and the sounds of flesh slapping, punctuated by moans and groans, echoed in the tiny room. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, turning her on even more. Fireworks exploded in her as she hit her climax, her body shaking and her walls gripping him tight as she came. With one final thrust, his legs shook as he spilled his seed inside her, her inner walls convulsing as she milked him dry.

Helena whispered as she broke the kiss to allow Elora to drop to her knees in front of her and she almost screamed out when Elora lifted her short uniform and planted her wet mouth on Helena’s now wet knickers as they clung to her soaking wet pussy. “Fuckkkk.” Helena shivered as the ward suddenly fell silent while the soldiers watched the whole show. Helena was soaking wet and Elora was feeling the sexual excitement ripple through her own body as her mouth began to suck on Helena’s black, wet thongs, giving her asses to Helena’s cunt even without taking the thong off. The taste of the pussy juice that seeped through was making Elora’s own pussy wet, and it was also increasing the hardness of

She licked the sweat from his throat and promised worse. The obsession sharpened in every city. Budapest: sex in the shadowed alley behind the opera house minutes before curtain, his hand over her mouth, strangers twenty feet away. Amsterdam: a midnight canal boat where he bent her over the rail and fucked her while tourists drifted past on another boat, close enough to touch. Barcelona: he tied her spread-eagle to the bedposts with the silk sashes from hotel robes and used a wand on her clit until she was speaking in tongues, then flipped her over and took her ass until she blacked out for three blissful seconds.

He slid one finger inside her, slow and deep, her tight heat clenching around him as she let out a sharp cry. “That’s it,” he rasped, his lips grazing her ear, his breath hot against her skin. “Let me hear you, Tara.” Her moans grew louder, echoing through the small apartment as he added a second finger, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. He curled his fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her that made her knees buckle, her body shuddering against the wall. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing tight, relentless circles while his fingers pumped in and out, the rhythm steady but building, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke.

He was fucking her not just with his body, but with his eyes, and it was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. “Come for me, Chloe,” he growled, his voice rough. “Come for me, my love.” The words, the endearment, were her undoing. The coil snapped, and her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure. She screamed his name, her body convulsing around him. He followed her over the edge a moment later, his own orgasm ripping through him. He buried his face in her neck, his body shuddering as he poured himself into her, hot and thick and endless.

My own fingers never left my clit, working in a frantic, blurred motion. I pushed off Dante one more time, another fountain of my release spraying so far it almost cleared the bed. I was beyond gone. I sank back down, gripping Kael’s length to stroke him while Jax grabbed me by the neck, pulling me into a deep, desperate kiss. When he pulled away, he kept his hand on my throat, his eyes dark with a terrifying intensity. "You like being our little secret, don't you, Ariel? You like being the family slut."