Pleasure Principle Book Novels & Stories

Sophie moaned as Jamie continues ramming into her most sensitive area in her treasure curve, she felt overwhelmed and pleasured, she felt filled and satisfied as if it was what she had been missing for days now, she felt good, her body shivering and shaking from pleasure. She sometimes squirmed and moaned from the pleasure, she sometimes tried squeezing her cunt whilst squirting more cums as Jamie kept on ramming into her not minding what she want to do, he was also feeling good, so good and unconditional happy for no reason, he knew from the first time he tasted Sophie that he would find other girls not attractive anymore, he knew that he would never get aroused by them.

"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.

His grey dress pants soon had a very visible bulge between his legs. "Why don't you give them a show slut? Let them have something to masturbate to when they get back home." At first I'm confused, then he spanked my ass again. "Push your breasts together and stick your tongue out." My face flushed as I obeyed, wrapping my fingers around my large, firm breasts and pressing them together. The skin was still pressed against the glass, and the cool feeling caused my nipples to harden even more, adding to my arousal. "That's so fucking hot." The guy said, his shock suddenly shifting to an amused cheer. "Fucking take that cock slut."

He went hard, harder and I still wanted more, I lifted my legs in the air, giving him leverage and I was sure he had read my mind. He held onto my left thigh and suddenly the knocking had faded in my head, just the sound of our bodies against each other and a subtle groan that I had to stop his mouth from letting out with my palm. This man was riding me like a beast and one I didn’t want to tame. He clenched the sheets when he kept going back and forth, making my nipples peek so much that I started fiddling them myself to match the pleasure I was feeling down there. “That’s not for you to do..” he breathed, leaning closer to my chest, his breath fanning my nipple, causing them to be even mor

Just enough force to make my body electrocute with pleasure, and make my toes curved in while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He continued to thrust in and out of me, as I squeezed onto the bed cover to contain the pleasure. “Ahhh, fuck!," I cursed. “Yeah! That's my girl. You're dripping wet." “Huuh, yeah! I'm all wet for daddy,” I replied. He increased his speed, stroking in and out of me speedily and this time roughly. It didn't hurt, just the pleasure knocking out every sense in me. " Ahhhh, yeah. Huuuuh,” I moaned loudly.

“I ruined everything, and the shame of it is eating me up.” My chest tightened. “Darling, look at me.” I cupped her face in my hands, forcing her to meet my eyes. “You didn’t ruin anything. You were just human.” She took a deep breath, and I continued: “This… what we experienced… isn’t meant to hurt you. It’s about pleasure, trust, safety. If something brought you fear, we stop. That’s how it works. And that’s how it will always be with me.” The tub was full, and I helped her in. Then I stripped off my pants, sat behind her, and pulled her against me, her body fitting perfectly between my legs.

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. *****

My buddy between my thighs is slowly getting bigger and my pants is getting tigthen. I went to the bathroom, I quickly pulled my weapon out of my pants before I played with myself. Good thing, I controlled myself if not it will be a live fucking p-rn*graphy in front of my friends. I was just imagining Dhaxzy doing those lustful thoughts that I have already thought earlier while he was giving me a best short lap dance. I finished my thing and washed my hands. It was so sticky, I sighed. I was panting, my strength vanished, I find some support on the wall. I shook my head when I felt my self slowly getting the energy that I needed.

His hips flexed forward, pushing himself deeper. “Fuck. Yeah…” My pussy clenched hard at those words, a spasm of pure pleasure so intense it almost made me gasp. I sucked harder, letting my tongue swirl around the sensitive head the way I’d seen in the p**n I secretly watched late at night, trying to learn, trying to prepare for this exact moment. Drool slipped from the corner of my mouth, a messy testament to my effort as I tried to please him, tried to prove I was worthy of this, of him. I had never done this for anyone, never felt this desperate need to excel at something so depraved. But nothing had ever felt so right. His deep, guttural moans made my clit throb in time with the rhythm I

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~