People Having Rough Sex Novels & Stories

My skin was already buzzing from the bourbon and the weight of their stares. Marcus’s hand lingered on my shoulder, his thumb tracing the strap of my dress while Ryan’s palm rested high on my inner thigh, so close to where I was aching that I had to fight the urge to rock my hips forward. The low leather couch felt warm beneath me, slightly sticky from the heat building in the room. The bass from the music thrummed steadily between my legs, matching the pulse in my clit. Six men now formed a loose half-circle around us—Marcus, Ryan, Jake, Chris, Derek, and Alex—their eyes dark with focused hunger.

“You want to be rough? Fine. Let’s show him how rough we can be together.” The fight turned into raw, emotional sex. Mirabel pushed Michael onto the bed and climbed on top of him, sinking down onto his cock in one aggressive motion. “Fuck me,” she demanded, riding him hard and fast. Her juicy pussy slammed down, making loud, wet squelching sounds as she took him deep. “Show me you’re still mine.” Mitchelle climbed onto his face, lowering her dripping pussy onto his mouth. “Eat me while she rides you. Show us you’re still ours.”

Their striking features became clearer and the shadows receded with each step they took on the stone stairs. Finally, they conceded that they were at the right destination. These hot, extraordinary men and their ravishing lady, Lexi, were the ones whose erotic images and videos had taunted them all. In the agreement they signed, it was stated that they would be having a 24-hour fuck-a-thon CNC sex with them, and they were so excited to begin. Jaxon and Zane Blackwood weren’t completely naked; they wore gray pants and stylish sneakers. “Damn, they’re seriously so freaking hot,” Mike gasped, his heart racing as a wave of excitement washed over him.

A nerdy boy is puking into a sink and two guys and a girl are making out. Oh geez. “Are they fucking?” I point at the red-haired girl sitting on a dark-haired, heavily tattooed boy who looks like a rugby player. The girl's eyes are closed and her mouth is open, she's bouncing on him and his trousers are down. “Oh they are,” Jaxon growls seductively and that starts a low throb in my already moistening pussy. It's a freaky party, all right. “Oh my goodnesssss! Belle! You made it!” Vee hops out from a corner and hugs me.

Another pair stumbled past our table, barely able to keep their hands off each other. Till they landed on a couch slightly opposite us. For some seconds, they fncked each other loudly. Until she screams "Babe, am cñmming...fnckk" her voice echoes in pleasure. Great!. Two ladies at a dark corner, engage in finger fncking their greedy tints. Closet to them, another guy was seriously sucking on the exposed n!pple of a black b!tch. His friend sits opposite while a girl twerk rides on his lap, both sweating profusely.

They were fucking! Every single corner of the water was filled with naked bodies tangled together. Right near the shallow edge, a man was holding a woman against a large, smooth rock, his dark hips slamming into her with a heavy, wet rhythm. Further out in the deep water, another couple was locked in a deep, splashing embrace, the woman’s loud, high-pitched moans echoing off the trees. People were fucking everywhere.

Their bodies slapped together loudly, sweat flying with every thrust. A few feet away, a girl was on her hands and knees, getting fucked from behind by one man while sucking another’s cock. Her moans were muffled around the dick in her mouth as both men used her roughly. More people were joining them, hands groping her bouncing tits and slapping her ass while she took cock from both ends. The entire hallway was filled with the sound of loud, shameless moaning. Wet slapping sounds. Gasps and cries of pleasure. The smell of sex was thick in the air.

Rough sex. His fingers dig into my ass cheeks as he uses them to push and pull me into his thrusts. My ass fits into his hips perfectly. The gym filled with nothing but the sound of our sweaty bodies smacking into each other and our heavy panting. Pulling myself onto my knees, I reach above me with both hands, one hand pulling his hair, the other scratching any skin my nails can make contact with.

The two were already having sex right in front of Grayson. Their legs intertwined as they rubbed their pussies together—scissoring, that’s what it’s called. Two girls going at it. The third woman was still on the pole, dancing and grinding. She’d occasionally rub her pussy on the metal, moaning softly to herself. It was all insanely hot. But for Grayson, it didn’t do anything. He was just sitting there, fly open, his limp dick out of his boxers. He’d been jerking off for a while, trying to get it hard. But nothing.