Pleasur Novels & Stories

I am breathless at the pleasure he gives me. Sparks flew everywhere, and strong waves of pleasure washed over me as his mouth did wonderful things to my pussy. His tongue and lips moved in perfect harmony, as if they are made to please me. I felt my orgasm approach as I moaned in pleasure and clung to him tightly. I felt myself tense up, and then the wave of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out in bliss, my body shaking as I experience the most intense pleasure I have ever felt. He keeps going, prolonging the sensation until I am com

Tears gathered in my eyes, but he didn't let the emotion settle or stop him. He crouched again and inhaled my scent like an addict on drugs. I could feel the heat of his eyes, the sting of his breath. He stopped the paddle right over my pussy. I could feel it. He could see it. The shameless result of his punishment — my pussy leaking with pleasure. “I knew it,” he grinned, voice thick with satisfaction. “You get a kick from these kinds of things, don’t you?”

Ray’s hand followed a second later, big, warm and bold. Two thick fingers traced my slit like he had all the time in the world. I found his finger on the surface of my clit, rubbing lazy circles on top *Good girl,* he texted with his other hand. *Spread wider.* I did. His middle finger pushed inside me slowly and deep. I bit my lip as the mix of pleasure and pain hit me ~ like a PAINFUL FUN Dad whooped as our team made a first down and high-fived me without looking. Ray’s finger curled, stroking that spot that made my toes curl under the blanket.

I should scream, run away, Elle, for fuck’s sake, this thing could hurt you, strangle you. It wrapped around my ankle with shocking speed, spiraling up, up my leg, heading straight between my thighs. Before I could take in a breath, it slid beneath my swimming costume, probing at my core and teasing my pussy open. The second it touched my most tender flesh, a lancing jet of pleasure streaked through my body. Much more intense than the earlier tickles, it ignited an explosion of stars in my vision. “Fuck!” I collapsed against the tiles, reaching out for anything to keep me standing.

Then he was inside her. They moved together in a rhythm that felt like breathing, eyes locked. No rush. Every thrust dragged pleasure through her body like warm honey. When she started to pull on his energy this time, she didn’t fight it. She took it slow, careful, letting it flow between them like a shared heartbeat. Marcus groaned, hips stuttering. “That’s it… fuck, I feel you.” It didn’t hurt him. She made sure. Just enough to feed, to strengthen the bond instead of draining it. The pleasure doubled, tripled. Lila came hard, clenching around him, and he followed right after, burying himself deep with a low moan.

I said suddenly and she gasped. “Please—“ “I don’t want to repeat myself.” I warned. Slowly, she took off her pants, standing stark naked before me now. I moved closer, using my thumb to brush her clit slightly. “Ah…” She took a step back away from me. “Please.” She begged. I ignored her and took off my pants and shirt. My dick was erect surprisingly, and I watched her stare in amusement. “Do you like what you see, Aurora?” I asked, and her cheeks flushed red instantly. She looked away, clearly embarrassed.

Not squeezing hard, just enough to hold me in place and make me feel owned. “That’s it, baby,” Leon praised, curling his fingers against my G-spot while the vibrator buzzed mercilessly. “Such a good fücking girl. Look at this pretty püssy dripping for us.” “You’re so beautiful when you let go,” Silas whispered hotly against my ear, kissing my neck. “Let it happen. We’ve got you. Cüm for us, sweet cherry. Flood his hand like a good girl.” The pleasure built higher and higher, almost unbearable. My thighs trembled in Silas’s grip. Stars exploded behind my eyes as the first powerful orgasm ripped through me. I møaned so loudly even crickets stayed quiet.

"Alexander... fuck, you feel so good." He thrust up into me, meeting my movements. "That's right. This pussy is mine." One hand slipped between us, rubbing my clit in circles. Pleasure shot through me. I rode faster, breasts bouncing. He grabbed one and pinched the nipple hard. Pain mixed with bliss. I felt that pressure building deep inside, the kind that led to squirting. "Don't stop," I begged. He laughed low. "I'll decide when you come." But he kept rubbing, thrusting deeper. My juices soaked his pants. The wet sounds filled the room. Filthy. I clenched around him, close. So close.

“But I will not pretend the air between us is clean. Every time you sing, I hear the want in your voice. Every time I preach about the flesh, I see the colour rise in your cheeks. We both know what this is.” My mouth is dry. “What is it?” “Forbidden Pleasure.” He says the word like it tastes good. “And you are already half lost to it.” I cannot answer. My heart is beating too hard. My skin feels too tight. Between my legs there is a low, steady pulse that has no business being there in a church. Pastor Hale sets the sheet music down on the stall. He straightens his coat. “Practice is over for today. Go home, Grace. Sit at your mother’s table. Bow your head for

When it finally touched her clit, she cried out. It was so light. A kiss of sensation, a brush of sound, and her entire body strained up into it, and the cuffs caught her wrists and held her down. The pleasure speared through her, tight and bright. She arched. She couldn't see anything. She couldn't move. "Pressure?" said Dominic. "I don't...." She dragged in air. "Three. Low. Low." "Noted."