Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

Disclaimer!!! : Explicit erotica concept, raw and unfiltered desires. BDSM and Kink. Triggering themes. Do not go any further if you are not ready for the heat. No Intro, go in blind and enjoy the outcome. ----- ZINNIA’S POV I gasped as I moaned out my husband's name. I arched up towards him as he stroked my pussy with his cock. I writhed against the bedsheet moaning out loudly. “Fuck Ryder….oh babe!” I watched my husband slip his cock out of my pussy and give me a spank on my ass. Making me scream, and coming back to reality.

"I'm going to take your pants off now, baby. You okay with that?" I lick my lips. "Yes." A predatory smile takes over Callan's face as he flicks the button on my jeans. "Lay back, Erica." I do as I'm told and lay back against the couch. He then grips my jeans and tugs them over my hips and down my legs, leaving me in just my panties. His eyes darken when his gaze zeroes in on what's between my legs. "I can't wait to get my mouth on this pussy." Sliding his palms up my calves and in between my thighs, Callan spreads my legs wide. "Hold your legs open, Erica. Show me what's mine. Show me what no other man has had the pleasure of tasting or ever will." He inches his face a little closer, and I

“So… I’m not the bad guy here.” Soloman looked firmly at Peter, “See, those easy type of women you like, I could easily ignore.” “Hey, I tell you when they come dressing down for you, and naked with those breasts dropping… one can’t help but get hard.” Peter was drooling as he talked about it. “And BAM just shove it in and it’s a cracking night!” “Eww. Gross.” Peter grinned. “Got to taste them all, man.” “No thanks. I don’t want to catch anything.”

It is like a smile of a pretentious devil that will not accept any rejection. “I already told you. Everything and anyone that Daniela loves is also mine to love.” More than the word obsession, a clear stance for something dark and evil that half of his mind is screaming at him to comply with whatever she wanted. But the other half is protesting. Peter I somewhat at a loss, with the fear that is currently taunting him by the moment, something clicks inside of him. ‘IF THIS IS THE KIND OF PEOPLE AROUND THE SHRINE MAIDEN. DON’T YOU WANT TO PROTECT HER YOURSELF?’

he said. I closed my eyes. "I want to be touched. I want a finger... on my pussy. Slow. Teasing. Until I ache." He didn't say anything right away. "How exactly do you want to be touched?" I breathed in, slow. "Soft at first. Then harder. Pressing right there... making me wet, trembling. I want to beg. I want to lose control." My chest rose and fell quickly. Then I felt it — his hand unexpectedly on mine, through the screen. Warm. Solid. Real. My breathing hitched but I didn't pull away.

The sheer wrongness of it sent waves of lust through me, mixing desire with panic. "Stefan, what's… what's wrong with you?"I managed to gasp, my voice trembling as I tried to push his hands away from my hips. "We can't do this! It's insane!" "Oh, but we can, mama," he murmured, his voice dripping with temptation beside my ear. His other hand came up to cover my breast, his thumb scraping over my hardened nipple. I cried out, my back arching involuntarily. "I know you want to. And I want to. I've wanted to since the first day I came home."

The lewd, dirty photos left nothing to the imagination — her tits and open cunt-hole on full display for other men to see and lust over. We had fantastic sex that night. When the opportunity came for her to appear in her first proper porno film, I agreed to accompany her and watch. I stood behind the lights and cameras as Kamilla lay there wantonly on the bed, her pussy on full display and her lovely soft tits exposed to Carl, the male stud.

“But I’ve been watching you all summer. The way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. The way your nipples get hard every time I walk into the room without a shirt on.” Olivia whimpered softly as his fingers reached the edge of her panties. She was soaked, the cotton fabric clinging wetly to her swollen pussy lips. “Calder… we can’t. If Mom and Dad ever found out—” His fingers slipped under the edge of her panties, brushing her slick folds. “Then we won’t let them find out.” He rubbed her clit in slow, teasing circles, making her hips jerk. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me already. I like girls with wet pussy.”

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS EXTREMELY GRAPHIC GANG BANG SCENES, PUBLIC SEX, DEGRADATION, MULTIPLE PARTNERS, AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "MELANDA'S POV" My name is Melanda, and I was twenty-one years old when I made the stupidest, hottest decision of my life.

“Talk if you want a taste of this.” “I know the components of the containers headed for the border, sir,” I ramble, breaking all the work ethics. Try sticking to work ethics when you are dripping wet, and all your body can think of is two delicious cocks in front of you. “I also know Mikhail Petrov, your father, isn’t dead.” “Good girl,” First Guy praises and pecks my lips. He turns to Thirst Trap, who’s also out of his pants and is stroking his full cock. “Untie her.”