Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Fuck me harder! Use my pussy!” His shyness evaporated. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh. He pumped into her, each drive hitting a deep, aching spot inside her. Francine’s head fell back. She chanted filthy encouragement. “Yes! That’s it! Ram your virgin cock into my slut pussy! Make it yours!” He grunted, a primal sound. His pace became frantic, punishing. The slapping sounds of their joining mixed with the storm. Francine felt her orgasm building, a tight coil in her belly. She reached between them, rubbing her clit in frantic circles as he impaled her.

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Damien chuckled darkly. “Prayer won’t save you from what your body wants.” His large hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up. “You’re soaked right now, aren’t you? That sweet virgin pussy is weeping for your boss.” The crude words should have horrified me but instead, it sent a fresh gush of wetness coating my thighs. I pressed my legs together, mortified and aroused beyond reason. He noticed. Of course he did. “Spread your legs, Bethel. Let Daddy see how wet you are for him.”