Peerless Lust Mga Nobela at Kwento

He didn’t want to be called a pedophile nor wanted to associate himself with a fucking underaged girl. “E-Eightee-n.” She stuttered. Andreas just smirked in victory as he turned her to him, so her legs were on either side of his wide torso. He aligned her bare core directly with his throbbing cock as he looked at her with utter lust, scaring Lise to no end.

She was completely unaware that her desperate beseeching was only making his dark desire burn hotter. Alexander needed more of her. Ignoring her tearful pleas, his hands tore at her blouse, ripping the fabric to reveal her cream-colored undergarments. Alexander saw absolutely nothing beyond blind lust and her smooth skin. He ravished her like a starving lion, biting and sucking on the soft skin exposed by the plunge of her bra. His hot mouth trailed down from her chest to her stomach, placing wet, bruising kisses near her belly button, before moving down to her hips. Alexander felt her shudder in sheer surprise when his lips connected with the soft spot on her hip.

“You loved it?” “Best fuck I ever had, Nyx,” Adam honestly replied. “I underestimated you.” They laid beside each other staring at nothing, catching their breaths. “I feel sated and warm.” Nyx said. “That means that I have been able to satisfy the pure-lust raging through.” Adam said. “What the hell is Pure-Lust?” Nyx asked. “It is what makes a Succubus stay in heat and hypnotize everyone around them with sexual frenzy.” Adam said. “And it is quite dangerous, because I learnt the hard way when Succubus unleased hers. So many people died.”

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Moaning from the pleasure of orgasm, I lean against him. He slowly unties the rope, kissing down my body. The rope drops, and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around him, pushing me against the wall. His mouth explores my breasts, hand gripping my throat, and the leather adds to the sensory overload. The orgasm surges again as his teeth bite down. Moaning, I try to resist, but his hips start moving, his leather-clad cock rubbing against me. "Blue, yellow," I gasp, unable to endure much more. The pause at the edge feels exhilarating, but the repeated intensity is draining. "Does Kitten want to finish?" His voice growls.

His hand was strong, proving that he was truly a mafia as described. I don't know why, but I began to breathe heavily. His eyes suddenly monitored my breasts which were slightly exposed as I had stoop low to wipe his face. I saw him gulped gently and continued staring into my bust. I wonder why he did that? Why is he staring at me lustfully? What is in his mind? Couldn't he just let me go? I made a gentle pull to get off his grip, however he tightened it. "You---Look" he paused and relented from saying anything further.

[ warning mature content] Strictly R-18 El-Kharis's eyes smoldered with a dark, irresistible desire as his voice, rough and commanding, broke the silence. "Now, it's your turn to pleasure me." Esteria's heart pounded with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She was eager to reciprocate the intense pleasure El-Kharis had given her but felt an overwhelming pressure to perform perfectly. She took a deep breath, her eyes darting over his powerful, muscular frame as he lay sprawled on the bed, his erection standing tall and firm, throbbing with need.

“Yes. Exactly like that.” His erection pulsed, pressing painfully against his zipper. His eyes roamed over her shamelessly, devouring the sight of her spread open. He had asked for this under the pretense of art, but nothing about the look in his eyes was detached or professional. It was raw. Hungry. Lena shifted slightly, and the movement only made things worse. Damien’s gaze locked onto her core, and she felt goosebumps rise all over her skin. Her body betrayed her, wetness began to gather, subtle but visible, glistening faintly in the soft light.

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

Maybe he was—but he certainly wasn’t imagining his reaction to those thoughts. With a small groan he turned onto his side, and then onto his stomach—feeling the rising heat of yet another erection pressing against the mattress. It had been like this for most of the week, and it had been hell. Night after night he’d imagined parting Pamela’s pale thighs and sliding his hot, hard heat into her exquisite warmth. He swallowed as the tightness increased. Was his body so starved of physical pleasure that he should become fixated on a woman simply because she happened to be around? Yet what other explanation could there be for this inexplicable lust he was experiencing?