Powerone Erotica Novels & Stories

She could only moan, squirm, and give herself over to every sensation he forced upon her. The crescendo hit like a tidal wave. Claire’s body convulsed, dripping, her pussy pulsing uncontrollably around the vibrator, ass clenching with every beat. Her chest heaved, nipples straining against the clamps, and her cries echoed across the room, a symphony of submission, envy, and raw pleasure. She was hanging there, utterly exposed, every nerve ending screaming, completely at his mercy.

This was a woman who was a master cocksucker and she loved it and the power it gave her over men. Eva released my rigid cock from her wet mouth with a gentle “pop” and slid her tiny frame back on the bed, spreading her legs wide and folding her knees, and looking at me pleadingly asked, “Will you lick my clit please?” I dove right in, dropping to my knees and plunging my face into her soaking wet muff, wondering why she seemed to be begging for this most basic of sex acts, something I know men would pay good money to do to such a glorious love hole. I plunged my tongue into her pussy and then licked all around it, plunging two fingers in as I gently sucked her clit. Eva came with a sharp yel

I let myself be carried away by the sounds the woman made, and began to repeat them as I slid the vibrator through my entrance. My body began to arch in bed, as I felt on the edge of the world, looking at everything from above. I slid against the vibrator, pushing it up with one hand, and touching my clitoris with the other. Little by little I gave myself to that still blinding desire for the presence of Pablo. I was wondering how divine it would have been to share that moment with him. How nice it would have been to have him in my bed, when I had nothing else to do but watch cheap porn.

He liked knowing that Zach did show some interest towards his attractive points. “What common phrases have you come across in erotica for the male body?” he asked. “Toned abdominal muscles, taut skin stretched across bulging muscles, throbbing manhood,” Zach reeled off quickly. The billionaire snorted. As the CEO of a publishing company, he had read his fair share of the erotica coming out of the company and those phrases were certainly common. Erotica was the most profitable genre at the moment for the company. “Of course. How likely is it that the female lead has messy hair?”

“Taking my cock so good baby your pussy loves it.” I looked down too watching him fuck me the sight dirty hot making me wetter the wet sounds loud as he pounded in deep. I thought about how he owned my pussy right now how every thrust claimed me made me his for this moment. My breasts bounced hard with each push nipples aching begging for touch. “Touch me,” I begged one hand sliding up to cup my own breast squeezing hard pinching my nipple rough to add to the pleasure shooting straight to my core. Rune watched me touch myself and it drove him crazy his thrusts getting faster harder the slap of skin echoing loud in the small room.

They say it reads your arousal metrics down to the millisecond, syncs haptic feedback straight to your nervous system. My fingers tremble a little as I lift it out. I've been jerking off to p**n for months with the same tired scenes, same fake moans, and it's not enough anymore. I want to feel owned. I want something that knows exactly how wet I get when a voice calls me a desperate little slut. So I subscribed to the premium tier, the one they don't advertise on the main site. Full customization. No filters. No safe words unless I set them. And tonight I'm testing the default dominant profile they call "Apex."

He began to tap my clit with the head of his dick on every out-stroke, sending electric shocks of pleasure through my pussy. Father Matthias's cock swelled in my mouth as I relaxed my throat around him, allowing him deeper access. He let out a soft moan of approval while Father Damon continued his deliberate rhythm below me ㅡeach slow thrust accompanied by gentle taps against my sensitive clit that made stars dance behind my eyes. Suddenly Father Matthias pulled out of my mouth with a wet pop, leaving me dizzy and confused. "Leah, sweetheart, we want to try something.” Father Damon smirked as I raised my head, breathing heavy as he withdrew slowly from my pussy, leaving me empty and gaping.

Eventually, I took a deep breath, then twisted the handle with my bottom lip caught under my teeth as I tried to keep this as quiet as I could. I finally pushed it open a little and peeked through the little space that was now visible. The person I saw there almost had me dropping my phone again, but instead, I clutched it tighter and continued squinting in the darkness, feeling like a fucking fool for having so many delusional dreams since the last time with this man. Owen Powers was pounding into a woman… and not just any woman—a redhead like I was. She was moaning at the top of her voice while he stayed quiet, only letting out a grunt or two from time to time, fucking her like she was som

Casey tells me it made her cry. I never did get another encounter with Jordyn, but I enjoyed my beautiful, sexy, wonderful girlfriend on our own for the rest of the year until summer started, just me and her, every chance we got. Once she got on the pill, she went all wild and crazy and slutty and free, a wet dream come true. She sucks me off at least once every time I see her. She says it makes her nice and wet for the sex afterwards. Her favourite position is me fucking her from behind, with her lying on her tummy, holding her down, and biting and kissing at her neck. She says it feels scary and dangerous, like she's been overpowered, and that turns her on for some reason. Plus, she says I

"Tell me about your writing. You mentioned once that you’re an author. What do you actually write about?" She blushes slightly, but doesn't look away. "I’m an erotic writer, Hunter. I write about power... about men controlling women sexually. Dominance, submission, the thrill of being owned." She pauses, her gaze turning intense. "To be honest, I never thought my fantasies would actually be fulfilled one day. I lived it on the page... but now I’m living it with you." I feel my blood thicken. Hearing her admit that, knowing I am the man from her darkest, deepest dreams, is the ultimate turn-on.