Powerone Erotica Novels & Stories

Unscripted Ruin Intro; This is a brutal, Filthy BDSM Erotica. Nyx Valente thought she’d seen it all. As one of the industry’s most sought-after sex p**n star, she’d been bound, fucked and used. Every inch of her body claimed for the camera, but nothing could’ve prepared her for Zephyr Dain. He too is a p**n legend. A goddamn force of nature. A man who didn’t just dominate he destroyed. From the moment she stepped on set, the power shifted. It wasn’t an act. It wasn’t just a scene. It was real.

The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

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Hattiea uttered as Jayson rubbed his affected area on the left cheek where he got smacked by her. He laughed again matching his dark pair of orbs again with Hattiea who cried another tear of disgust, the same minute. "That's the fact Hattiea, if I can make you a woman of your own then I hold the power to finish you too... knowing me, you would not want to test me, honey!" Jayson spelled out. Sounding too devilish, Hattiea knew what he meant by that. He was emotionally blackmailing her now, just because he had done favours to her in the past...

Seraphina “Uhmm…” I moaned as I slowly rubbed my clit with my fingers. Raphael’s picture in hand. Damn…already so wet from just thinking about his huge, strong and veiny hands doing things to my body. My pussy throbbed even harder, till I slid two fingers inside them and started finger fucking myself.

“God, you feel fucking incredible… so tight around my cock… best lay of my life… this pussy is heaven… no one has ever taken me like this… you’re so fucking perfect, Harper… look at you creaming all over me… good girl… such a good fucking girl…” The intoxicating combination of his hard, deep, punishing thrusts, the steady, expert rubbing of his fingers on my throbbing clit, and his endless stream of filthy, worshipful praise built another powerful, earth-shattering orgasm inside me at lightning speed. My moans grew louder, more desperate, my body starting to shake and tremble violently in his arms.

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

He was either shirtless, draped in a robe and as Jace had once met him, naked, save for the tight briefs that did a good job exposing his impressive bulge and perfect ass. Jace shook the thought away from his mind, knowing how unprofessional it was to ogle at his client but he could at least be truthful with himself: he did feel attracted to all that coldness, muscles and perfect face. The elevator chimed as it reached the top floor and Jace wheeled the trolley out, down the short hallway to the penthouse. As expected, the door was slightly open—just enough to suggest invitation, just enough to unsettle. He knocked once after taking steadying breaths. “Room service.”

She lets out a cry when her pussy clamps down, and she comes all over my fingers. Something about having her like this—having total control over her body—is very powerful. When we had talked about our different kinks, and fetishes, both of us had agreed that we would try them all. If they needed the inclusion of a third party, we would source for one and have it done. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without any knowledge of what it was. It empowered me. I would do anything for this woman. But first... Her punishment. I stop, and her eyes remain closed. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, I rub them over her parted lips, smearing her cum across them like icing.