Peter Pan Erotica Novels & Stories

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.”

Elena Pov “Fuck…” I moaned softly as I felt my juices trickle down my thighs, warm and slow. My grip tightened around Jeremy’s picture, the edges bending under the pressure of my fingers as I held onto it like it was him. My back pressed against the doorframe, my body already trembling from the heat pooling low in my stomach. “Fuck, Jeremy… please, fuck me…” I whispered, my voice shaky and breathless as I dragged my fingers down my thighs, my touch slow, teasing, making my breath hitch.

The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier I am completely addicted to my stepfather now just as he is addicted to my body. Body and soul, I belong to him. Even when my mother is home cooking or talking to us, even when Junior is playing nearby, I am thinking about Mike’s cock. I am his filthy little secret. His young cum slut. His forbidden stepdaughter and I want it to always remain that way… I never want this dark, raw, offensive pleasure to stop

“Maybe I should send you some of the hottest fetish sites right now. I think if you show him what people would pay to see that majestic chest live, or what they do with the stumps nowadays… What are you laughing at?” “Nothing!” I exclaimed, trying to look composed, but I was never a good actress. And Peter knew it perfectly. His questioning look made me understand. “Bitch, what have you done to that hairy body that you haven't told me?” His eyes narrowed further when I said nothing, then widened dramatically before letting out a startled gasp. “His stump? Have you used the stump of that spectacular creature for your pleasure? You really are a bitch, Vivienne. I am so jealous of you right now

he bites my left nipple and I feel an unforgettable pleasure, his hands creeping into my panties to punish my pussy. "Stop lying, I know what you've been doing in your warm bed all these months! To tell you the truth, why did I get rid of you? I was afraid to fuck myself to death! And now you're not going anywhere!" he take off my panties away, and begins to fuck me violently. "Oh, my God!" I let out a loud moan, unable to control my emotions. Peter holds me by the hair, tempting me with a hot gaze. "I should have done it as soon as I saw you in that cafe! You were laughing with your friends and discussing that vulgar phrase " he whispered his impertinent words, and it was as if I was waitin

I had been scared of losing my virginity, but Eric made it something I would always remember. He held me close, stroking my hair. “I wonder what your pussy is made of, you're just too sweet,” he said quietly. “There is still so much I want to show you.” I nodded, still resting my head on his chest, feeling safe, satisfied, and completely his.

“Oh my God…” She presses on, her eyes holding mine, her voice raw. “So I suggest you just do as they say. Honestly, it’s not like it will kill you.” Her next words slice me open. “It’s just pleasure, Anita.” I recoil, my lips trembling. She continues, her tone strangely matter-of-fact, almost rehearsed. “I mean, you’ve already been with him once. And… he is very good in that aspect. He knows how to give women pleasure, the kind they can’t forget. That’s why they keep coming back. I’ve… I’ve lived with it for two years now. So, no, it won’t kill you. It won’t hurt you. And he’s very clean—trust me. No diseases, nothing to worry about. And he’s generous. Very generous. If you satisfy him, he’l

The touch was soft and smooth, and it sent a jolt through my whole body. Lauren's whole body trembled slightly, and she seemed to really enjoy it. Right now, a man must have been touching her in her dream, and she was loving every second of it. Then she parted her lips slightly and whispered, "Please help me. I need you so badly." I looked down and saw that the sheets beneath her were damp. Everyone around us was already asleep. If I wasn't going to do it now, I never would. I quietly climbed into her bed, and she spread her legs as if on instinct. Everything was right there, ready for me.

They loved wrecking him like this. Maria’s hand moved from his waist to his chest, her fingers rubbing slow circles over his sensitive nipples. “You love this, don’t you?” she murmured against his skin. “No woman or man out there knows you like we do… or can love you the way we do.” “Ahh…” Peter gasped, his body betraying him. “Use your words,” Adrian whispered against his neck in a dark and commanding tone “You love it, right, whore?” Peter tried to hold onto his pride. They hadn’t even apologized properly yet.