Pleasur Novels & Stories

I yelped and squirmed on his desk, tears pricking my eyes as the burning pain mixed with filthy pleasure. Mr. Kent didn’t hold back. He whipped my ass mercilessly, turning both plump cheeks bright red beneath the thin navy tights. Every strike made my big tits bounce and my soaked pussy clench with need. My ass was glowing and throbbing when he finally stopped, his arm tired.

I just lay there for a while when I felt bile starting to rise so I hurried to the bathroom and emptied my stomach. I didn’t let myself cry as there was no use to it, it didn’t reduce the pain. I knew that I should not have relaxed and enjoyed myself as this was always what happened when I let loose a little. I should have known that it was too good to be true. My parents would never let me have a day in peace.

she pleaded, her voice laced with a desperate need. Driven by intense passion, their pleasure escalated. Her grip tightened, and she cried out as they merged in unrestrained ecstasy. His touch elicited responses of pleasure and pain. She reciprocated with equal passion, clinging to him. Her moans mingled with his sounds of satisfaction as waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Who. And I think Dallas may be right. By the time we're finished tomorrow, you'll be primed for the next level of the pleasure principle." She yawned. "Just what is the pleasure principle?" "Striving to constantly attain the highest level of pleasure possible. And that's what we've got in store for you, princess. Meanwhile, close your eyes and get some sleep." As she drifted off Tracie's last thought was how lucky she was the day Pete Montgomery had turned out to be her new boss.

"I want your taste on my tongue and I want to hear you cry out my name." Before she could even open her mouth, he bent his head and drew his tongue over the soft skin of her pussy. Then he pulled aside her swollen lips and began to drive her mad with the sharp euphoria that seemed never-ending. He rode her blissful tremors as the pleasure burst over her and then took her back to the edge with the ease of his kind.

—I said nervously. —Ready? —Yes. My body trembles as I feel something cold wet my nipples, a nervous laugh from me informs him that I remember that. He pulls me to something more comfortable so I'm on my back, I feel his hot breath on my breasts before he plays with his tongue, the cold again making me moan with pleasure.

Chapter 23 Bella The next morning, I woke up dazed and confused. Did I dream that my dad came back? I grabbed my phone, searching through the contacts, freezing when I got to the new name in my cell, Peter. My father had been in contact yesterday. I shook my head in disbelief, as a hand snaked round my waist, tugging me back down. “Sleep, too early.” My caveman grunted. I laughed. “It’s 9 o’clock” I replied. “Too early, back to bed.” He said, grabbing me and pulling me back down. He wrapped his arm across my stomach and folded his leg between mine, holding tightly so I couldn’t get free. “Fine!” I laughed, as he nuzzled my neck with his face. I felt his tongue lick the spot on my neck that a

"So f*****g tight." He pulled out and started to increase the pace of his thrusts. Ah, the thrill of delight! It's as if a thousand tiny sparks dance within me, filling my heart with joy. Every fiber of my being vibrates with pleasure, like the sweetest of melodies resonating deep within my soul. My senses come alive, and every moment becomes a celebration of pure bliss. It's like savoring the sweetness of honey, feeling its warmth spread through me, and knowing that all is right with the world. In this state, nothing else matters, for I am fully immersed in the pure, unadulterated pleasure of the present moment.

I didn't care to register what happened, I started teasing a nipple to a stiff peak. "Oh god," I gasped, my hips bucking. I was so close now, teetering on the precipice. My legs began to tremble as the pressure built. With a cry of ecstasy, I tumbled over the edge. Waves and waves and waves of pleasure crashed over me while I writhed and moaned. "Beautiful," he murmured. "You're exquisite." His hand on my shoulder steadied me while I kept panting non-stop. I felt a flush of heat at his words, a mix of arousal, euphoria, and anger. His fingers traced lightly down my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

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