Overlord Touch Me Novels & Stories

She shunned me off. I began to do as she ordered, in a few minutes. I was laying down on my back shirtless. Olivia kept staring at my chest and my tiny nipples. "You know you can touch it if you want to, it doesn't bite." I said rolling my eyes. "Your nipples are so tiny," she whispered softly. "What do you expect, it has to be different from yours." I said, rolling my eyes. Her fingers touched my chest and she began to draw circles on my chest and arms. A touch turned to caresses that made the hair on my body stand and something else stand. I was turned on by the feel of her tender touch against my skin.

"Touch me." His hands obeyed, sliding under the hem of my dress, I gasped, arching into his touch, the sensation sending lightning through my veins. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting of wine and desire, engaging mine in a dance. I ground down against him, feeling the hardness of him beneath the fabric of his trousers, and a moan ripped from my throat.

“Please, Lucian… touch me more.” He pulled back slightly, eyes darkening with satisfaction. “Not yet. Beg properly, little girl. Show me how much you need it.” His command sent a fresh wave of arousal through my core. I felt myself growing wetter, the dress suddenly too confining. He trailed one finger along my collarbone, dipping lightly into the plunging neckline of my dress but never quite reaching my aching breasts. The light touches tormented me, building the tension until I could barely sit still.

My pulse spiked with a dangerous mix of fear and forbidden excitement, he’d warned me before — never to touch myself, not when he's around, But fuck him, after watching him flirt with Sophia all night, I deserved this release. “Why aren’t you sleeping? It’s late,” I tried, still slowly stroking myself, biting my lip hard to stay quiet. “Open the damn door, Troy.” His voice was low,commanding it sent a fresh wave of heat through me i kept touching myself, gentler now, biting back a moan. The risk made everything more intense. “If you don’t open this door, I’ll break it down.”

Her body shook as it absorbed his gentle touch. He abruptly split her legs, lifting the right one to the chair's opposite arm. "Hmm," he grumbled as he considered what he was about to do to her gorgeous pussy. He inserted his finger into her pussy and slowly took it out to taste her. He dove in between her knees, his head between her thighs, saying, "Tastier indeed." As his lips touched her clit, she trembled, closed her eyes and sighing softly. She soon had his head pressed against her as he proceeded to flick his tongue across her clit and softly nibble on her pussy lips.

"Cum again. Cum for your master. Show me how much you love orc cock." His other hand finds my clit and rubs with rough, calloused fingers that feel like sandpaper against my oversensitive flesh. The overstimulation is insane, too much and not enough at the same time. I'm crying, tears streaming down my face, sobbing with pleasure and overwhelm, but my body responds anyway, betraying me completely. Another orgasm tears through me, then another, then another until I lose count, until I'm just a shaking, screaming mess impaled on his cock.

“I bet if I touched you, you’d be dripping. Wouldn’t you, my dirty girl?” I didn’t answer him. His hand moved down the front of my body to the hem of my dress. Pulling it up so he could touch the tops of my thighs. A moan slipped from his lips. It was one of the sexiest sounds that I’d heard. That he could be so turned on just from touching me. “I could take you against this wall and you’d let me. Wouldn’t you?” “Oliver, please.”

"And warm." "And your nipple?" I let my fingers slip across my nipple. It's already a hard point, and even the lightest touch sends another ripple of sensation shooting straight between my legs. "Squeeze it," Orlando murmurs into the phone, not even waiting for me to answer. I obey, and a soft whimper escapes me. Orlando must hear it, because he lets out another of those devilish chuckles. "Imagine it's me touching you," he orders. "My fingers squeezing you, bringing you right to the brink of pleasure and pain."

“Oh ya darling, f**k me well don’t stop” “You are mine, your touch is meant for me” he confessed, increasing the pace and heat. He wrapped his body against hers, cock still ramming her pussy. His mouth found its way around her sharp pointed nipples , taking slight bites and sucking her with passion. For minutes the heat intensified, as they switched into different positions. Alicia, now on top of him, rode him mercilessly, rubbing her hands against his hair, taking every inch and weight of his cock. “Oh f**k ……..i’m cuming” eyes closed , his voice low and gently. She rolled down to his cock, grabbing it with her mouth , taking every juicy explosion he made, swallowing and gulping it down her

The silence that wasn’t uncomfortable, just… heavy. Then it happened. A drop of sauce slipped and stained the corner of my lips. Before I could react, Odell reached for a serviette. “Hold on,” he said softly. He leaned forward and wiped it away. His fingers brushed my skin. I froze. The world narrowed to that single touch. My chest felt warm, light, dizzy. He was so close I could smell him, clean, familiar, dangerous. In my head, I was screaming. I can die happy right now.