Penthouse Porn Stories Novels & Stories

I scoffed in between the kissing. “Doesn’t mean I haven’t imagined it since minute one.” The elevator dinged and we stumbled out. “Where are we?” I whispered. “Penthouse. Perks of being rich and charming.” He slammed the door open, pushed me inside, and pressed me against the wall. “You taste like exciting trouble,” he growled. “You started it.” “You’re gonna finish it.” His mouth dropped to my neck, licking, sucking, biting. I gasped. “Julian—”

It was so ragged like I had been doing some exercise. "Jordan. I...." "This is one of my penthouses. This is the one we'll be staying in until all these..." He pointed between us. "...is settled" Last time we stayed in a hotel where we both had separate beds. It wasn't that bad. However, something about this penthouse gave me chills. Not chills in a bad way but not also chills in a good way. Oh God, I need to get laid. "Your pupils are dilated, Pumpkin" His hot breath fanned my ear, making my breath hitch. "What are you thinking of? Are you really considering my offer of fucking both genders"

“The Northern Alphas come here. They’ll pay. They always pay for fresh cunts. Here, she's a virgin. She has never been touched." That word stung. Fresh cunt. Not daughter. Not blood. Not flesh of his flesh. Just a body. Just holes to be sold off. I didn’t even know the name of this place, but I knew what it was. I’d heard stories whispered among the servants back home—rumors of an underground den where music never stopped, where girls were paraded on their knees, collared, chained, forced to spread for men who had enough money to break them in half.

"Vanessa, I'd like you to tell me in as much detail as possible what happened the night of April tenth." I ran my hands on the table and arched a brow. "My husband and I were watching porn that night." "Why were you guys watching porn that night." "Maybe to turn him on." "So you're not sure." "Am sure." "Go on." "Then something came in on the phone." I paused. "What came in?" "My porn. Me sucking on a man's enormous cock and riding on -" "Enough of the gross detail." "I feel like having a cock right now, both your cocks."

“Hi. Did you guys have fun last night?” “Yeah, almost too much fun,” Keyonna said. “We left the club with four guys. We went to Penny’s penthouse. That place must have cost her at least fifteen million dollars. Anyway, we drank all night long. So much so, we’re still here. Penny is still asleep with two of the guys in her bed.” “What?” Really?” “They’re clothed. The rest of the girls are washing up and getting dressed now. Everyone has a hangover except me. I learned what my limit was a long time ago.”

She retorted. “Did you sell your body for money, huh? That explains your dresses and this money. Who did you fuck for the money, huh? Some measly old man? Whore!” He sneered. Penelope was livid from hearing the disgusting words from Bryan. “I didn’t sell my body!” She screamed. “How dare you call me a whore?!” “Then, tell me how you got the money!” He asked again, dangerously low. “I worked my butt off for it. You don’t get to ask me how I got the money. Do you have any idea how I have lived all these years while you were in here? Yet, you are all that matters to me. Mom and Dad are gone!” Penelope sobbed.

Precum smeared all over the mirror where he was jerking me. "Good boy." He pulled his fingers out suddenly, leaving me empty and clenching. The elevator started moving again. Penthouse level. We barely made it through the doors before he was on me again, shoving me toward the massive couch in his private office suite. My pants were around my thighs as he bent me over the armrest. "Spread your legs." I did, heart pounding. I heard his zipper, then felt the thick, hot head of his bare cock pressing against my hole.

"Because I was bad. Because you asked a question and I didn't answer." He nodded, still frowning. "Maybe I should just call Penelope back here. She knows how to take a spanking and my cock without whimpering like a bitch." I curled away, whimpering and proving his point. Penelope was his skinny model girlfriend who came over here to get fucked only for him to kick her out right after. She never seemed to care that he didn't love her, and he fucked her nice and hard all the time. They both benefited and got what they wanted.

He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pushing every drop as deep as possible, marking her thoroughly as his. They didn’t stop. For the next two days, the penthouse became their personal playground of depravity. They fucked on every surface, in every room, losing count of how many times they came. In the luxurious shower, Seb pressed her against the steamed glass and fucked her hard from behind while hot water cascaded over their bodies. He pulled her hair and whispered filthy things in her ear as she came around him. On the kitchen island, he ate her pussy until she squirted across the marble, then bent her over and railed her until her legs gave out. On the balcony at night, under the glitt

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