Novel & Cerita Orgasm Denial Erotica

All he cared about was torturing me by denying me orgasms. He did the same thing as before. When he noticed I was approaching an orgasm, he denied me pleasure all over again. I was frustrated, and I was sweating all over. I wanted an orgasm badly, even though he had given me two when he ate me out. When he did it a third time, he had to gag me because I was screaming at him. And because I lashed out, he did two more times. My body was shaking with a need to be satisfied, and so was his.

The denied orgasm throbbing through my entire body. “One more time,” he says. His voice is strained – he’s edging himself too. I can see his hand paused on his cock, the head swollen and dark, pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. “One more time and then I’ll let you cum.” I build. My fingers trembling. My pussy dripping onto the sheets. The orgasm rises – faster than before because each denied cycle makes the next one build quicker – and I’m at the peak in thirty seconds, hovering, my entire body vibrating.

I cry out and he pulls off me entirely, the abruptness of his movement makes me so frustrated that I can't help but cry out. This second orgasm denial is enough to make me want to sob. “Michael…please…” I beg him desperately like a little slut and he chuckles deeply, “cousin…I think we should stop this” he says all the while still teasing me and playing with my ass by pressing his bulge against my cunt.

I had stopped pretending to care if the entire damn team walked in and saw us. My hand moved into his hair, gripping tight as I rolled my hips in search of more pressure. He groaned into me and that alone made me clench. I didn’t beg. I didn’t need to. He read my body like it was part of the game plan. My orgasm hit sharp and fast, curling my toes and burning through my lungs until I was shaking, panting, completely undone on the barbell stand. When I finally opened my eyes, Dennis rose with a satisfied gleam in his expression and the evidence of what he’d done still wet on his lips. I watched him wipe his mouth slowly with the back of his hand.

He stops. He pulls away from me completely. A sob tears from my throat, raw and guttural. “No. . .” I writhe in protest, my hips rutting against empty air, chasing friction, chasing release, but there’s nothing. Just aching, soaking emptiness. My body convulses in aftershocks of denial, the orgasm still sitting on a razor’s edge, unsatisfied and furious. He lifts his head slowly. His mouth glistens with my pussy juice. His eyes, dark and blown wide with hunger, meet mine like a storm breaking open.

Her hips rocked themselves frantically, taking the friction from my entire tongue and the pressure of my finger curling against her G-spot, prolonging her orgasm until she was writhing and wild, clutching the sheets, clenching her thighs, rasping my name even more. My cock was steel and rigid like metal. Needy, and weeping uncontrollably for her. But I just couldn't tear myself away from my nest between her legs. She began to come down from her orgasm, but I never let her fall all the way. She responded to immediate, short, panting breaths escaping her lips as I added another finger inside her v--gina. “Fu----k, I don't think, I can't, I can't.” She tried to deny me while I thrust her pussy

"Watch Mommy’s ass take this young cock. I am addicted to you. I will sneak into your car, text you when Jake is asleep, let you breed me in hotel rooms, anything you want." The passionate heat mixed with nasty desperation. I thrust up hard to meet her bounces gripping her wide hips and pounding from below. Her heavy tits bounced wildly in the mirror across from us. Elena came hard. Her pussy gushed and fluttered around my cock as she screamed my name, juices squirting down my balls. She kept riding through her orgasm grinding and circling her hips like a woman possessed.

I clenched my hand harder around the rope, just this time I did not pray; I screamed my lungs out. "Fuck," I whimpered when Dalton teased me to the brink of orgasm but took short breaks in between right after taking me to the edge. He was toying with me, denying me of my orgasm but I couldn't find the will to protest because even if the teasing was excruciating, it felt good. After playing the game of denial for a while, he pulled the flogger away. "Oh, god," I whispered when he stopped but then he picked up a came, and the moment the cold metal touched my burning skin, I fucking came.

I cried out as I felt the walls of my pussy begin to tighten, and immediately he removed his face from my pussy, abruptly denying me my orgasm for the second time. “What the hell is this??” I cried out of frustration. “It’s called orgasm denial, baby, and you don’t get to question me. I am your master.” He said before blowing me a kiss and leaving the room. What the heck??

Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure. That’s the truth: she wants it. The undeniable proof of her body, the raw, visceral response, screams it louder than any denial from her lips. Her hips grinding against him, the wetness between her legs, the shattering climax—it all speaks a truth that cannot be denied. Her eyes say no, wide and filled with tears of humiliation and rage, a desperate plea for escape. But her cunt says yes, throbbing and sensitive, a testament to her undeniable arousal.