Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

His hands moved with a practiced grace, tracing the curve of her hips, molding her to him as if she were made of liquid fire. Isla responded with a fervor that surprised even herself. She arched against him, her body mirroring his movements, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. This wasn't just sex; it was a primal dance, a desperate need to connect on a level that transcended the physical. It was about surrendering to the raw, primal emotions that had been simmering beneath the surface, a release of all the pent-up longing and frustration.

My inner legs tightened and one of my hands moved to my breasts. "Do what you want. It's just you and me now!" Frade seduced me, step by step. "Release your true nature. It's nothing to be ashamed of!" I obeyed his command and squeezed one of my breasts, my other hand adding strength to the pearls. I feel my head was in a blank state and, at this time, I took off the human hypocrisy. All the actions are from the body's instinctive reaction. Primal desire! "Do you have d.ildos at home?" Frade asked in a low voice.

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?”

I dug my nails into the table so hard I felt them break against the shiny surface. The sex was hot and rough, dirty and sweaty. Beads of his perspiration fell from his temples and forehead to land on my belly, breasts, and neck. And when he reached out and started rubbing those droplets into my skin, branding me in a primal way, I begged for more like a whore. He tunneled his cock in and out of me. The air sawed in and out of him as he breathed out his nose. Damien looked so vicious right now, primal in his need for me.

My legs shake as I squirt all over him. “Ahhh fuckkk chrisss” my juices spray all over him as he rubs my clit even more, taking his dick out before slamming it back in me. “Just look at that, your juices all over me” he grunts, returning back to his brutal assault on my wet cunt. He fingers digging into my thighs as he destroys my pussy. My whole body was ablaze. The pleasure lighting flames inside me that I never had before, my legs were quivering. My bark arch delicious, enjoying every slam of his tip against my wall.

One hand braced against the wall, the other teasing slow circles over her clit, she breathed Rita’s name. “Rita…” She pictured the way Rita had looked at her—hungry, like Mikayla was a feast meant only for her. Her fingers moved faster. Her breath grew shallow. She remembered the way Rita had kissed down her stomach, murmuring filthy praise like prayer. She spread her legs wider. And leaned farther into the counter. She could hear Rita’s voice in her ear: “You’re so sensitive here... look at you falling apart for me.” She stroked deeper now, two fingers working in. Her free hand covers her mouth. She bit down hard as her orgasm hit her like a brick, sudden and fierce, knees trembling, her th

I locked my ankles behind his back. He fucked me on the desk in the dark while the rain hammered the glass and the emergency lights painted everything red. Deep, deliberate strokes. One hand braced beside my hip; the other found my clit and rubbed tight circles. I came hard around him, clenching, gasping his name out loud for the first time in my life…no fantasy, no almost, just Tyler.

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

“Fuck, you feel incredible.” Elena pressed her forehead to a row of books, moaning softly. “Deeper… please…” He began to move, long, controlled thrusts that rocked her against the shelves. “Arggh… Adrian… harder,” she pleaded, voice a desperate whisper. “Your cock feels so good.” “Filthy girl, begging in the archives.” He reached around to rub her clit, thrusting deeper. “Imagine someone hearing these wet sounds. Hearing you take every inch like a secret slut.”

TRIGGER WARNING THIS BOOK IS STRICT EROTICA - 18+ ONLY CONTAINS EXTREME EXPLICIT SEX, HEAVY BLASPHEMY, PRIEST/YOUNG WOMAN TABOO, ROUGH SEX, CHOKING, SPANKING, FILTHY DIRTY TALK, AND RISK OF GETTING CAUGHT IN CHURCH. READER DISCRETION IS STRONGLY ADVISED. "Angela's POV" At twenty-three years old, I was pretty sure I was going straight to hell — and I was surprisingly okay with it.