Overlord Touch Me Novels & Stories

Isabella dug her nails into my skin, the creaking filling the car and drowning out the outside world. "What are you doing?" she whispered, her chest rising and falling in quick succession, her full breasts brushing against my shirt with the temptation of a soft-core show. I noticed her size was exactly what I expected and how easy it was to conquer her. Owning her. Once and for all. But my brain realized that she was the friend of my enemy... the forbidden one, and the one not to be touched. Touched. I had touched her, wrapped my arms around her waist, and carried her out of Beau Maxwell's club. The vibrations had already coated the underside of my skin and gathered in my core to form a dema

Worrying when my next breath of air would come, I found myself savoring the sounds he was making. His rough touch exciting me as his hands roamed my body as though he owned it. Touching me all the places that Clements had never been able to. “Stop thinking of him.” Warlord said violently. His touch growing rougher as he began to strain to reach the back of my mouth. Filling my throat so it wrapped him entirely. My lips naturally pressing around the base of him as I felt the compression in the back of my neck. When I grunted in objection, he moaned at the feel of my voice vibrating along the tender flesh.

“Every touch makes you arch into me. It is addicting.” “It feels so good,” Harper said softly. “I want more.” Oliver’s grip on her breast tightened slightly at her plea, his thumbs continuing their deliberate circle around her nipples. The water around them seemed to heat up with the intensity of his touch and the steam swirling through the bathroom. “More?” he repeated with a low chuckle, his voice vibrating against her skin. “I can give you more. I can give you everything.” His other hand slid down to her back to rest possessively on the inside of her thigh underwater, his fingers brushing dangerously close to the apex of her legs. The movement was slow and deliberate, giving her time to r

She moaned, her breathing paced as her wanton moans filled my room, my cock twitching, ready to fuck every bad memory out of her. Octavia tried to pull the shirt she was wearing off but it was just one shirt, I can replace it with thousands more and with that, I ripped the clothes off of her until she was standing completely naked in front of me. “You’re perfect.” I growled as I kissed my way down, my lips, tongue and teeth lingering on her nipples before going further down, worshipping her body as I did. Fuck, she smells so good and I can’t wait to…. “OVERLORD! We have a problem!” A familiar voice suddenly called into my head, it was a mindlink that forced me to stop at once.

she asked again. His expression changed slightly. Hilda suddenly reached out and touched his cheek. Aron froze—he hated being touched. But— “See? You don’t like being touched either. So—” She was cut off when Aron grabbed her hand. “Touch me more,” he whispered. Hilda’s throat went dry. There was something about Aron that truly unsettled her. “You can do anything to me, Hilda.” But Hilda couldn’t allow that. Just yesterday, Art had spoken to her about Aron’s obsession. She believed him—and now that she was seeing it with her own eyes, she had to draw the line.

Pressing his forehead against mine, he pleaded sweetly, "Stop studying. Just relish the joy of ultimate freedom and recklessness with me, will you?" Waves of exhilaration washed over me. So that was all he wanted.

They were covered in come. "You want to touch me?" I asked. Before he could reply, I climbed on top of him, my wet entrance making contact with the tip of his dick. He instantly relaxed as our bodies met. To taunt him, I ran my wet fingers all the way down his chest to his belly button, leaving a trail of my come. "You're so fucking sexy Blair... Let me go, let me touch you."

Each thrust seemed to reach impossibly deeper, stretching me, claiming me, owning me completely. "Touch yourself," he ordered roughly, his lips right against my ear. "Play with that pretty clit while I fuck you. Make yourself come on my cock again." My hand flew between my legs immediately, finding my swollen, over-sensitive clit, and the second I touched it I knew I wasn't going to last long. "That's it, baby," he encouraged, his hips never stopping their brutal pace. "Feel how good it is? How perfectly my cock fills you? How completely you belong to me?"

The sensation is almost overwhelming after experiencing such intense pleasure, but his tender touch is pure ecstasy. Cortland, in a moment of unbridled passion, lifts me up with a confident and commanding touch. He turns me around and pulls my hips towards him, bending me over the luxurious couch. My senses are heightened by his touch, every nerve in my body electrified as he takes full control.

I collapsed back onto the bed, pulling the covers over my head, and cried until exhaustion finally pulled me under. ….. Someone was touching me. Soft hands, warm, sliding over my skin. Lips pressed to the nape of my neck, trailing kisses down my spine. I moaned, arching into the touch. "That's it," a voice murmured. Deep. Familiar. "Let go, Olivia. Stop fighting." My hands reached back, grabbing a chiseled chest. Muscles. Heat. Need. The hands slid lower, between my legs. A finger slipped inside me, and I gasped, my hips bucking.