Power Fantasy Mga Nobela at Kwento

My hands caressed his pumped chest in what took like forever to get from one end to another, softly and smoothly rubbing the blood off him. I hadn’t even gotten far when I noticed how wet my panties were. I locked my thighs together so I could generate enough heat to please myself while my hand swept across his broad chest. I had only hoped not to have emitted pheromones so he doesn't smell how wet I had become, and how badly I wanted to get fucked. His arms were muscular and weighty. I kept envisioning what it would look like, wrapped in those massive arms, and fucked with intensity. I could feel my nipples growing harder as my hand went down his stomach. It rippled with every movement, eac

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

“Or why that glare of yours makes me want to push you against the wall instead of walking away.” I swallowed, skin tingling everywhere he touched. “This is dangerous. You know that, right? Twenty-four hours like this could break everything.” The producer stepped back. “Cameras love this chemistry. Rest up tonight. Handcuffs go on at sunrise tomorrow.” Nate’s gaze lingered on me, heavy and full of promise. My phone buzzed in my pocket with one new message as his hand stayed on my waist. What if being handcuffed to him for twenty-four hours makes me want things I swore I’d never want from him?

Instead, he bent down even more, his piercing gaze trapping me in place. “This is the third time you’ve laid your hands on me,” he said in a quiet, dangerous tone. “Try that shit again, and you won’t like the consequences.” A shiver ran down my spine—not just from the threat but from the conviction in his voice. His eyes darkened further as he continued, “And who was that guy? That weird-ass guy. Is he the one you’re fucking?” My breath hitched. “I told you before,” he said smoothly, “you can’t have a lover. I wouldn’t have thought you’d go for someone like that though.” He shook his head, as if the thought itself repulsed him.

“You are fucking soaked, I haven’t even touched you yet.” My fantasy of getting fucked over his table is now coming to reality, I whimpered as his fingers moved my panties and touched my pussy. He raised my skirt up to my waist with no hesitation, the cold air hit my wet panties making it extremely cold on my pussy. He carried me like I weighed nothing, and set me down on his cold glass desk, he removed my panties and shove my legs apart, wide and open, like a slut. His fingers traced the juice running down my thighs back to my pussy, rubbing my pussy and looking into my eyes. My skin tingled and breath hitched.

"There is you and me; we are fucking, and you stop, dragging me out of the room, into one of the rooms in Lustful Surrender, men and women watching, as you fuck me there. slowly the single men join in, I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men." "The couples around are playing with each other, having sex; every now and then a couple would come over, both of them fucking me, with toys or his cock. I feel greedy, and like royalty all those people wanting to touch me, wanting to fuck me in any way they can." I would never and have never told anyone that fantasy, but since meeting Sean, it has gotten stronger, with him in the lead role and his business there as

There'll be hot guys and fun games” she asked one last time as she held the door handle. “I'm sure babes. I'll pass this time” I said sweetly and we bade each other goodbye. I rushed to the door and locked it then quickly took off my clothes and lay on my bed. Yes I could be picky and slightly judgemental but I never pretended to be innocent myself. I loved sex and bad stuff buttttt… with the right person. I couldn't tell Sheila that I've been fantasizing and daydreaming about Shawn. I couldn't get his face and dick out of my mind. I masturbated thinking about him. My little secret.

"Wanted me to fuck you like this? Make you mine?" "Yes," Mara cried out, past caring about being quiet. "Yes, god yes" The carpet burned against her knees and palms, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered except the feeling of him inside her, claiming her, taking her exactly the way she'd fantasized about. "You're so wet for me," Adrian groaned. "So ready. Such a good girl, taking everything I give you." The praise combined with the rough treatment pushed her toward another orgasm. She could feel it building, could feel herself climbing higher and higher.

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

He said he was going to kill me after fucking me. My mind grew lighter, my thoughts became hazier, and I almost didn’t notice the way his body shifted. Moving away from mine.He removed his hand and backed away.It took me a few seconds to realize that he wasn’t standing on top of me anymore. And then I felt his touch on the insides of my legs.“Tell me, puppy, why do you sleep naked?” His voice was gentle, and so was his touch.“Because it makes your sleep better.”A spank landed on my thigh.“And is good for your skin,” I continued.Spank hit the other one as well.“Now, puppy, tell me again.” He took a break. “But this time without lying.”I grinned. If he wasn’t a fucking killer, we would’ve gott