Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

She came quick, thighs shaking, soaking his hand. Ethan pulled his fingers out and shoved them into her mouth. “Taste yourself. Good little slut.” She sucked them clean while he undid his jeans, freeing his thick, heavy cock. No condom. He rubbed the fat head up and down her slick pussy, teasing her entrance. “Beg for it.” “Please, Ethan. Fuck me.”

“I want you inside me.” He bent her over his massive oak desk, yanked her skirt up, and ripped her lace panties aside. Her pussy was shaved smooth and dripping. He rubbed his cockhead along her slit, then slammed in balls-deep. Lila cried out in pleasure. “Yes! Fuck your assistant’s tight cunt.” Ethan pounded her relentlessly, hips slapping against her ass. The desk creaked under the force. He reached around to rub her swollen clit while railing her. “So wet for your boss. Such a dirty little slut.”

Elena prayed for Monday to arrive faster than any day in her life. All weekend, Mr. Lorenzo’s voice echoed in her head—saying her name in that deep, smooth tone at the grocery store, the way his dark eyes had slowly dragged over her body, the dangerous half-smile that made her knees weak. Her pussy stayed wet and achy the entire time. She touched herself every night and every morning, fingers plunging desperately or her pink vibrator buzzing against her swollen clit, but the orgasms only left her hungrier. Fantasies weren’t enough anymore. She needed the real thing. She needed Mr. Lorenzo to fuck her raw.

He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen. The thought made my nipples, still exposed in the cool air, tighten again. I hadn’t had dirty thoughts about a man other than Nathan. I certainly hadn’t ever had phone sex with anyone besides him. I felt both aroused and ashamed.

Did it again, and again, edging her until tears pricked her eyes. “Say it,” he ordered. “Tell me what you are.” “I’m your slut,” she gasped. “I’m your dirty little slut please fuck me.” He slammed in. One hard thrust buried him to the hilt. Chloe cried out, half pain, half pleasure. He was thick, stretching her wide. Her walls fluttered around him. He didn’t give her time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, deep, brutal strokes that rocked her body. Her legs wrapped around his waist, nails raked down his back. The couch creaked under them. Skin slapped against skin, wet, loud, and every thrust hit deep, making her gasp.

My internal walls are screaming, crushed between the two twins, while the Feral is forcing me to take every inch of him. I am a whore for the sensation. My brain has stopped trying to make sense of anything. I am just a map of nerves and heat. I am thinking about how unhinged this is, how I am being used by three men at once while a fourth watches, and how I want it to get even dirtier. I want to be ruined until I can't remember how to speak. "Harder," Prime commands. He slaps my ass, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder in the quiet pit. "Break her. Fill her up until she can't take another drop."

My mind was a fever dream of images from the magazine and the forbidden, half-formed fantasies l'd never let fully surface about the girl whose room I was defiling. The climax was a tidal wave building in my guts. Time to roll. I never finished on her bedspread. That was Rule One. I flipped onto my back, the bikini top still clenched in my fist around my cock. Two hard, frantic strokes, and here comes my beautiful orgasm... "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" The voice was a shriek of pure, unadulterated horror. It sliced through the room, through my arousal, straight into my primal brain.

TRIGGER WARNING!! This book contains explicit, non-consensual sexual content, revenge rape, intense humiliation, degradation, forced orgasm, bully-victim power reversal, and other extreme dark themes. It is written for readers who actively seek out this type of taboo erotica. If any of those things will upset or harm you, please close the book now. No part of this story should ever be replicated in real life.

I answered, my voice frail, my body desperate. "Fucking you is all I think about." My breath clenched, my clit twitched painfully. I saw his face contort into something darker, he wanted me badly, just as much as I wanted him. I can't be a good girl anymore, not when these devilish eyes are staring back at me. "Then do it, claim me Frederico, fuck me, make me yours."

My fingers dug into her breasts, twisting her nipples until she cried out. “Good,” Ethan murmured, unzipping himself. “More of that.” “You watching closely?” I growled, then leaned down and bit Tara’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. She whimpered beneath me, her legs parting instinctively, her pussy already glistening again. “She’s wet,” I said without looking at him. “You proud of yourself?” “Ecstatic,” he said, stroking himself lazily. “But I’m not done.” He stood and came closer. Too close. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip.