Polyamory Erotica Novels & Stories

Not happening. I gave up instantly. If I was destined to die here, I might as well go out fulfilling my greatest wish— to turn this bleak world into one giant pleasure heaven. Doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold—I’ll make it steamy. And honestly, even with his face hidden behind that swirling black mist, the boss’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep, magnetic voice were dead giveaways. The guy was built. Lust makes cowards bold. So without thinking, I said, “I’ll take shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.”

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

I flicked my pussy, harder than I had ever done before in my life, while imagining it was Kendrick with that fat cock of his, pumping into me hard. I have also imagined Kieran fucking my mouth with his big dick and Killian, spanking my butt cheeks hard as I laid over his laps. It was one of my wishes, especially this Christmas that one of them would approach me for a sex deal, if not all. I am Samantha, a lady in her early twenties and also a really horny girl who desires to be punished by men with huge rods. In short, I am a big cock Lover. I once dated a guy with a tiny dick and regretted it for the rest of my life, because that dude wasn't even good in bed.

Wave after wave rushed through my entire body, the ecstasy shooting through me and making my legs tremble uncontrollably. “Oh my God,” I whispered, the orgasm continuing to hit me hard. “Fuck, Amelia,” he grunted against me, pounding into me for a couple more moments. Then, he stilled. My eyes widened, and I tried desperately to scurry away from him. If he stilled, then he was coming deep inside my pussy, his student’s virgin cunt, filling me up to the brim with his hot cum. And I wasn’t on birth control. “Mr. Remington, please,” I whispered, trying to scramble. “I’m not on birth control.”

Sadile nodded, her body trembling with anticipation, as she surrendered to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown delights that Travis and Jenna promised. The night was young, and she knew that the pleasures that lay ahead would be beyond anything she could have imagined. As Travis's lips met hers once more, Sadile felt herself being drawn into a world of sensation, a world where pleasure reigned supreme, and she was the willing participant, the eager student, ready to learn, ready to explore, ready to surrender to the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the walls, as the three of them moved in a rhythm as old as time, a rhythm that spo

he ordered. Pamela was unable to speak since her breath was really short. This was not what she planned for her and her father’s best friend but the experience was the most erotic she had ever been through. Pamela had pictured them tangled in a comfortable soft bed, making passionate love slowly rather than leaned over a piano. He easily thrusted two fingers into her dripping cunt and unzipped his pants. Then, he grabbed his dick and began massaging it between the cheeks of her ass up and down.

I moaned a ‘yes’ shamelessly, pushing back onto his cock. We’d been secretly seeing each other for almost a year — stolen nights in private jets, luxury hotel suites, even once in the back of his limo on the tarmac. He paid for my silence with gifts, trips, and the kind of rough, dominant sex that left me limping for days. I was addicted. The danger of it all only made it hotter. “Harder, Gora… please… wreck me,” I gasped, voice cracking as he nailed my prostate again.

He yanked my hips up and slammed back into my pussy from behind, one hand fisting my hair. “Again,” he demanded, spanking my ass hard. “Come for me again.” I was oversensitive, but he didn’t care. He pounded into me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with every thrust. Another orgasm crashed over me, weaker but longer, making my entire body shake. Only then did Damien let himself go. He buried himself deep and came with a low, guttural groan, flooding my pussy with another thick load. We collapsed together, breathing hard. Damien pulled me into his arms, my back against his chest, his cock still buried inside me.

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

I not only wanted an up- close show, but I wanted Polly to know as soon as possible that if she ever wanted to make this a regular thing, she needn’t worry about the wife. “Come on, Trent, cum inside that tight little pussy of hers,” I begged. “Cum inside her just like you always wanted to do with me. Of course, she’s so young and fertile; I just hope you don’t impregnate her.” The very idea only left me hotter and more aroused than ever before. I suppose, looking back, it’s why I had to confront them. I wanted to goad him on – I wanted to be a part of the crucial finish, because it was ultimately the best part of the entire fetish for me. The idea of my husband, impregnating some gorgeous y