Powerone Erotica Novels & Stories

My body betrayed me, my nipples peaking against the thin fabric of my dress as his breath brushed over my collarbone. Rafe chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through me. “In time, perhaps. But first, I’m going to show you what real power feels like. The kind that makes a woman forget her name, her loyalties and even the man who put her in this position.” He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “Your father will pay eventually. Until then, you belong to me and I intend to ruin you so thoroughly you’ll beg to stay.”

Command after command. Vee: Faster on your clit. Add a third finger. I whimpered softly as I stretched myself, three fingers thrusting deeper while my other hand worked my clit with firmer strokes. My legs shook, spread obscenely wide on the chaise. Sweat beaded along my collarbone, trickling down between my breasts. The sounds I made grew louder, less controlled—moans and gasps that felt far too real for a paid session. “You’re close, aren’t you?” Vee’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “I can hear it. Hold it. Don’t you dare come until I say.”

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

The taboo makes it so much hotter, I love how wrong it feels and how good he makes me cum. Xane pounds me faster, his balls slapping against my clit. I am dripping down my thighs, my juices coating his thick cock, my breasts bounce wildly beneath me as he fucks me faster. We are so lost in pleasure that we don’t hear the bedroom door open. “Yo Xane, you got a phone charger I can — holy fuck.”

His control slips, breath ragged, hips snapping erratically. “Maxime,” he gasps, voice breaking. “I’m gonna—fuck, I’m close.” The sight of him losing it—Connor Pierce, golden boy, undone and desperate—tips me over the edge. I clench around him, pleasure detonating through my body, another orgasm ripping me apart. He groans, loud and guttural, slamming into me one last time as he spills, shuddering, his whole body trembling with it. After, the room is heavy with heat and the sound of our breathing. Connor rolls onto his back, one arm thrown over his face, a lazy, satisfied smirk curving his lips.

I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing. A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a p**n star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.

“This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.” “Yes… fuck me harder,” she moaned. Her breasts pressed against the desk through her shirt. Her nipples were rock hard and sensitive. Professor Kane reached around and rubbed her clit in fast circles while he pounded into her. The dual stimulation pushed her toward another orgasm quickly. Her legs shook harder. She pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy filled the room.

She was in control now, like a driver shifting gears, and he let her take the lead, savoring every moment. “Fuck me harder, James! Oh yes, just like that, don’t stop!” Paula’s voice rose with urgency, her head thrown back as the ecstasy overwhelmed her. Her body moved faster, her cries filling the room like an electric current that made his skin tingle. Each thrust, each movement, sent ripples of heat through both of them, their connection electric and raw.

“Feels less fake every single hour. Your laugh. Your fire. The way your body fits against mine even when you complain about it.” The producer walked in fast. “Incredible day, you two. Audience voting just closed. Millions voted.” I tensed up. “Voted for what exactly?” The big screen lit up. The producer announced with excitement, “Congratulations! Fans voted you for an overnight romantic getaway. Private cabin. Just the two of you. Hidden cameras only. No crew watching every second.” My stomach dropped. “Overnight? Alone with him? No way.” Nate’s hand tightened on mine, eyes dark and full of heat. “Hidden cameras. One whole night. Just us.”

She looked like sin and power wrapped in one perfect package. She smiled slowly, eyes raking over my body. “Lock the door.” I did. “Now come here and show me how wet that pussy is....."