Novel & Cerita Orgasm Denial Erotica

David doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue while one hand snaked between their bodies, his thumb pressing firmly against her asshole as he ate her. That was it. Her orgasm hit like a thunderclap. Her body went rigid, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as she convulsed against his mouth. Her pussy fluttered and pulsed, a flood of wet heat coating his chin and lips. The vibrations of her scream traveled down her throat, massaging his cock, and it was too much.

Grinds in tight circles while his fingers work inside me, and the dual stimulation, internal and external, my g-spot and my clit, sends me rocketing toward the edge. “I’m going to cum, please, don’t stop, I’m right there— please please PLEASE—” He stops. Fingers out. Thumb gone. Nothing touching me except the air and the relentless throb of the clamps on my nipples. My pussy convulses around emptiness, clenching, grasping, desperate, and the denied orgasm retreats in a sickening wave that leaves me sobbing. “NO! No no no, Kai, please, I was, why—”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

His words make me even more needy than before. "I will break you." He whispers darkly in my ear. By his last sentence, I feel his mouth suck my clit again harshly while his hand fingers my pussy, bringing me to another high. When I feel my pussy so tense—almost burst out—he retreats his fingers and denies it again! Fuck...! Fuck...! My eyes start to drop a tear for how desperately I want a release. He already denied my third orgasm; I don't know how many times he intends to deny it. Every denied orgasm makes me start to lose my mind.

I could see the veins pulsing along its length, the tip glistening with precum. “One condition. If you…ahh…are gonna do this, then do it right. I don't want to fake an orgasm anymore.” I said, looking intently at him. The lust had given me a boost of confidence. “Ouch..hahaha.” Dylan spanked Lila. “You hear don't bore us, Roy. Show your girlfriend that you are my son.” I slipped the strap‑on a little deeper into Lila’s ass, feeling her sphincter grip the silicone tight.

My face turns bright red with shame and overwhelming arousal, I can’t speak. Dean’s hands roam down my body, sliding between my legs, two thick fingers glide over my swollen clit and push deep inside my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet already,” he groans, pumping his fingers slowly. “Your diary made me so hard every night, now I finally get to have what I’ve been craving.”

He pushed his two fingers inside me, curling them against that sweet spot while his lips sucked on my clit softly. Pleasure crashed through me in waves. I gripped his hair as I cried out, moans filling the quiet study. He devoured me like a starved man, licking and fingering me with perfect rhythm. Every time I got close to orgasm he slowed down or pulled back, leaving me whimpering and empty. The denial was torture and ecstasy at the same time. My whole body burned for release. He stood up finally, his lips shiny from my juices and he looked down on me. His cock strained hard against his trousers but he made no move to free it.

Each time the orgasm was withheld until Ronan was fully inside and speaking about permanent ownership. By Saturday night the apartment smelled of sex and sweat. They had stopped counting rounds. Ronan had edged Emery for hours across the day, allowing release only under the same conditions. Emery’s body had learned the pattern completely. The build, the denial, the final deep thrust and the words that unlocked everything. He came harder each time, the orgasms leaving him open and shaking. Late that night they lay in the dark, sheets kicked to the foot of the bed, skin still sticky. Ronan’s hand rested on Emery’s stomach. Emery’s head was on Ronan’s chest. The only sound was their breathing a

His thumb found my clit, roughly moving it in a circular motion, bringing me closer to the edge of my orgasm, I was this close… I struggled yet forced the words to leave my mouth. "I… Belong to no one." Savaş's gaze darkened as he quickened his pace and I only needed one more push to reach my release but suddenly… it all stopped, the emptiness in my core hit me like a thousand bricks. Did he just deny me an orgasm? I glared at him but he only shrugged, removing his hand from my panties and bringing his glistening fingers to his mouth, sucking my wetness off them, letting out a hum and damn if this didn't look hot.

ARIA I’m still trembling from the second orgasm when he pulls out abruptly, leaving me empty and gasping against the cold glass. My palms squeak as I try to push upright, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around nothing. Dante’s hands grip my hips and flip me like I weigh nothing. Suddenly, I’m sitting on the edge of the desk, trench coat and shirt shoved open, breasts spilling out, legs spread wide by his rough palms, exposing every inch of my pussy, and suddenly he spits (hot, deliberate) right onto my swollen clit. The filthy sound alone makes me clench around nothing more.