Pleasur Novels & Stories

Her husband is good, and she won't deny it. Treyton inserted his tongue inside Daphne and pulled it out. Even though it was small, Daphne could feel the taste and slip mixed with tickling, especially every time his teeth hit her bottom. It gives her more pleasure, a strange taste, tickling, addictiveness, and craziness. "Aaaah, I'm coming!"

Every inch buried deep within me, his hips flush against my own. I cried out in pleasure as his hard thrusts worked away from the burning need inside me and his grip on my hips tightened into a sweet pain. Our moans filled the room, as we moved together picking up the pace, climbing towards our release, crashing over the edge and spiralling back down together. Breathless and exhausted we collapsed in a heap on the bed. The storm still raging outside, and within moments we were asleep. *****

Together, we are transported to a realm of pure ecstasy, where time ceases to exist and pleasure becomes the ruler of our universe. In this moment, there is no room for anything but the raw, unadulterated pleasure that consumes us. Our bodies move in perfect harmony, a testament to the primal connection we share. With each thrust, we push the boundaries of pleasure, exploring new depths of ecstasy that leave us breathless and craving more.

“Pleasure me. Show me how sorry you are for laughing at me.” He didn’t argue. His big hands slid up my thighs, pushing my short dress higher. His mouth followed right after—hot, wet kisses on my skin. When his tongue touched my pussy, I gasped loud. He licked me slow at first, then faster, sucking on my swollen clit until my legs shook. “Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned against me.

She smiled, then whispered, “Fuck me now, Mark. Show me what you've got.” Mark didn't wait for her to ask her again. He slid his dick out before sliding back, harder. Maria let out a loud gasp when the tip of the dick almost grazed her womb. She clenched her fists on the blanket as intense pleasure washed through her. She'd had more than her fair share of dicks in her hole, but none gave her the pleasure her brother's dick was giving. “Mark,” she moaned out his name, her pussy gripping his dick. Mark gritted his teeth.

Her hair is up in a ponytail, and her smokey-eye look makes her seem a bit older than she really is. “Well, it would look way better if you couldn’t see the straps.” “But then everyone will see my nipples!” I face the mirror and tug on the top. “Would that really be so bad? People will be showing way more than just the contour of their nipples.” She grins. “Okay, wait. Now you really have to tell me what Purple Pleasure is.” I put my hand on my hip and raise an eyebrow at her. “Is it a sex club?” “Pleasure club.”

My pulse thundered in my ear as a wave of warmth surged through me, engulfing me, frying my nerves with intense pleasure. “Oh my god,” I cried out, “oh bloody fuck.” He kept pushing and pushing in the same spot. Kept licking the same spot. All his actions dragged me closer to my climax. My knees bent, and my hips buckled, and my stomach clenching beneath the currents jolting through me. A pulse throbbed in my head. It was too intense. Too consuming. “Please stop,” I begged, the pleasure swelling inside me. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Hey, I told you…no pleasure for you tonight.” “Wait, do you actually think I only get pleasure when you're fucking me, blowing my cock, or giving me a handjob?” “Isn't it…obvious?” I arch a brow, but his next words change my idea of what's pleasurable to him. “Nah, you're wrong, Malishka. I find pleasure even when I have my tongue in your pussy, my fingers in you, when I'm licking your skin, when I'm kissing you. Heck, I find pleasure in watching you touch yourself.” He tucks a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, adding. “You don'

I forced my eyes open, and the sight unraveled me - Cassian between my thighs, his lips and tongue worshipping me, his gaze locked on mine, raw and reverent. I moaned his name, and he groaned as though the sound pushed him closer to breaking. When his fingers curled deeper, pleasure spilled through me, sharp and warm. My thighs shook, my hips bucked, and I couldn’t hold back the sounds that tore from my throat. “That’s it,” he whispered against me. “Let go for me.”

he breathed, leaning closer to my chest, his breath fanning my nipple, causing them to be even more sensitive. He teased me with his eyes, watching as I took slow breaths and the only thing my mind kept saying was ‘do it!’ He enjoyed my breathlessness and the smirk on his lips was proof of his mischief. With a slow rhythm. He pinched my left nipple with gentle movement and I bit my lower lip to steady my throat, there was no way I was going to let him win so easily. I was too fixated on my left breast to notice his tongue on the right which sent a wave of pleasure up my spine that I arched my back only a little to place them in a better place for him to suckle