Online Erotica Novels & Stories

“That’s going to stay in my phone forever. Whenever I’m away, I’ll play it. I’ll jerk my cock to the sound of your pretty cries. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She moaned, pushing forward against his hand. “Dirty little girl.” He pinched her clit, loving the sound that escaped her mouth after. “On your hands and knees, Printsessa. You sound like you’re aching for more.” Charlotte immediately got on her hands and knees, imitating her current position on the screen. Maksim knelt behind her on the floor, lined up his cock with her entrance, and pushed into her in a slow torturous movement. Charlotte wiggled her ass back, wanting more.

I hissed. “Exactly.” He rolled his hips, taking me even deeper. “Answer it.” I grabbed the phone with one shaking hand, angled the camera so only my face and shoulders showed, and hit accept. Elena’s smiling face appeared. “Hey, handsome. You look flushed. Everything okay?” Noah kept moving. Slow. Deliberate. Every roll of his hips dragged over my prostate and made my vision blur. “Yeah,” I managed. “Just… worked out earlier.” Noah’s hand reached back and spread his own ass wider so I could watch myself disappearing into him. The visual almost finished me.

My hips rolled as much as they could, chasing the pleasure, but every time I got close, he pulled it away. This went on for what felt like hours. Ice. Heat. Feather. Fingers. Vibrator. Paddle. His voice constantly in my ear, low, calm, cruel, reminding me how I was betraying Victor, how wet I was for my father-in-law, how desperate I had become. I broke. “Fuck me,” I begged, voice hoarse and shaking. “Please, Elias, just fuck me. I’ll do anything. Please—” He pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, bringing me right to the edge again, then pulled it away completely.

she said as my ass finally set her free. “If Derek and Betty would like to go first”. They got out from behind their desk and approached me. They were the older couple that I had placed in last place the week before. They placed their hands on my naked body and began to explore. Fuck it felt good, I closed my eyes giving myself in to the moment. I felt fours hands massage and caress me. They moved quickly over my skin up and down my legs, over my back and bottom. Two hands gently brushed my breasts and tenderly pinched my nipples. A hand slipped down my body to my cunt. It brushed over my neat pubic hair before a finger slowly slipped inside. I let out a small gasp of appreciation. I opened

Elora breathed as Helena’s body exploded, she came with a fierceness like before, and even before she was done, Elora had already grabbed one of her legs. Helena didn’t need anyone to tell her what was about to happen next, Elora straddled her, positioning her pussy right in front of Helena’s pussy, and both their bodies shook at the contact. Elora moved her hips back and forth as she tribbbed Helena’s cunt, their pussy juice mixed with each other, their clits grinding and both of them saw splashes of light explode in front of them. Their orgasms were heightened, their bodies shook violently as they held onto each other and cum on their pussies. The room filled up with the scent of their dir

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”

But it’s her face that guts you—angelic, with wide green eyes and faint freckles that you want to trace with your tongue, her smile a wicked promise of innocence and sin. Orientation’s a slog, some old hag droning on while your mind’s elsewhere, craving something raw. Back in your apartment, you’re restless, cock half-hard and aching for release. The city’s left you pent-up, unsatisfied. You grab your laptop, diving into OnlyFans like it’s a dark alley you can’t resist. Pornstars are old news—too polished, too fake. You want real, messy, human. Amateurs with trembling hands and secrets in their eyes. That’s what gets you going.

The dark spot had spread so much that the thin fabric clung to my swollen pussy lips, outlining every curve. A thin string of slick had started to drip down my inner thigh. "Look at that mess," he murmured, sounding so pleased. "Your innocent pussy is dripping just from reading my fantasy out loud." "Now slide your hand inside your panties, Lana. Touch yourself properly for my eyes only. Rub your clit in slow circles while I watch."

Sometimes even after the limit. The prostitute put herself on Ramirez's lap, clearly impatient that he had not yet done anything to her during that kiss. The woman created her own source of horniness, since her lover was not good enough for that. She slid against him, without letting herself be penetrated, just in a way of reminding him that she was still there. This worked, because, when he felt the intimacy of the woman right on top of her cock, Ramirez lowered his hand between her legs.