Romans & histoires Peerless Lust

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.

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“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.

But not gently. Just enough to rub my sensitive folds against each other. Enough to prepare me for what was coming next. Because I knew it wasn't nice, or slow, or gentle. It was hard, rough, cruel, excruciating, unending, scorching. I love every moment of it. My breath hitched the moment their eyes shifted. They weren't black anymore. They glowed. They radiated lust, hunger, filth, sin, sex. They were dreamy. Surreal. Indescribable.

“A man who can't keep his word. Sweetheart, when I started this Ten Days To Steal Your Heart, I vowed that there would be nothing lustful about it. Only passion. You’re making me fail, Rosette.” “How can there be nothing lustful between us?” she asked, her eyes firm, withdrawing her hand from under my shirt and cupping my face, bringing me down so we were eye level. “Hmm? There will always be lust because we constantly crave each other. We want each other. And there is passion as well, Axel. If there’s no passion, I wouldn't be burning like this. I wouldn't be so desperate for you. Lust is not enough to make me this eager.” “Lust is a powerful emotion,” I whispered, but my words held no powe

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.