Polyamorous Erotica Novels & Stories

'Our perfect fucktoy,' Ethan growled, and I came undone, milking them until they both unloaded inside, hot floods mixing deep within. Evening brought tenderness—Richard bathing me, soaping every inch, fingers lingering until I rode his hand to another peak. Ethan joined, drying me with kisses, then carrying me to bed for slow, shared lovemaking: me between them, one cock in front, the other behind, rocking gently until we all peaked in quiet harmony. The balance was fragile, thrilling. How long before Mum suspected? Or worse, wanted in? The thoughts swirled as I drifted off, sandwiched in their arms, body aching deliciously. The cravings evolved, deeper, darker, binding us in ways words coul

He fucked her ruthlessly, he used her like a complete whore. As good as the sex was with her boyfriend, this was something else... and the fact that her loving boyfriend was watching on all the while made it even more incredible. Frank felt like the lead male, the alpha of the pack, making Bob stand aside while he fucked the life out of his girl. The thought made Emma moan loudly, who'd have thought this fantasy could become so incredible!? Emma was slowly losing control. Her orgasm was building and this unbelievably pleasurable dick driving into her was sending her over the edge. The eroticism of the whole fantasy made everything so much hotter.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

My cunt walls, already sensitive from the anal penetration, opened and gripped him like a vise. He felt even bigger than he looked, his cockhead hammering against my cervix with each punishing drive of his hips. Kareem adjusted his angle in my ass, spanking me hard and suddenly they were both plunging into me in a ragged, alternating rhythm. As Jamal continued fucking my mouth, deep throating me. Double penetration, no three holes filled. Fuck. Fuck. The sensory overload was absolute. I was split open, filled beyond capacity, every nerve ending screaming. Malik reached down and pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the pierced nub roughly. “You gonna squirt for us, you fi

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

“Such perfect fucking tits. Been dreaming about these for years.” Lucas moved in front, dropping to his knees. He spread my thighs wider, replacing Jax’s fingers with his tongue. He licked long and slow from my entrance up to my clit, then sucked the swollen nub into his mouth, flicking it relentlessly while Victor kept devouring my mouth and Jax ground against my ass, his fingers now teasing my tight little hole. I was shaking, moaning, completely surrounded by them. Four sets of hands, four hungry mouths, cocks hard and straining against their pants. My mind spun, this was wrong, so fucking wrong — but my body was on fire, pussy dripping down my thighs as they worked me over.

Over, and over, and over, and over. My legs began to shake as my skin turned to fire and the pleasure that mixed with the conflicted guilt became so intense that I could no longer think straight. Angelo was silent, save for his silent pants and the occasional grunt whenever he would feel my cunt tighten around his cock. Other than that, he was wordless, and that's how I knew that he was beginning to fall into that same cloudy sex-daze that I was.