Primal Erotica Novels & Stories

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

I like the primal savagery of it all and how harshly he takes me. I don’t want him to take it easy on me. I’d never admit this, but a part of me enjoys how he massacres my hymen and uses my blood and arousal as lube. He drives inside me with harsh strokes, pulling out to the crown, then ramming back in until my back scrapes on the deck. He does that over and over until I think I’m going to faint. But something entirely different happens. In the middle of the savage fucking and methodical thrusts, my belly tightens, my nipples pucker and my skin heat so suddenly, I think he’s probably killing me with his thing.

“Your mother is sleeping right above us. If you scream too loud, she might wake up and see what a filthy girl her daughter is.” The forbidden words pushed me right to the edge. I clamped down around him, pulsing. “Please… let me come… I can’t hold it…” “Come,” he finally commanded, slamming into me with savage force. “Come all over your stepfather’s cock.” The orgasm crashed through me like lightning. I came hard, screaming his name, pussy gushing around his thick shaft. My whole body convulsed, waves of blinding pleasure ripping through me as he kept fucking me through it, drawing it out until I was a shaking, moaning mess.

"Is that really all she is to you?" "To be completely honest with you, Hillian, I cannot even bring myself to sleep with her," my father confessed, stepping closer and lowering his tone like he was sharing a secret. "She is gorgeous to look at, yes, but I am simply not sexually attracted to her at all. She fulfills her duties as the lady of the house, and I give her an unlimited credit card. It is a business transaction." A surge of strange, conflicting emotions churned deep in my chest. I felt disgust at his callousness, but deep down, a dark, dangerous sense of relief washed over me.

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro

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.”

she whispered to the empty room, hips rolling up to meet her touch. The front door clicked open sooner than expected. Ethan was home early from work, tie loosened, sleeves rolled up to expose those strong forearms she loved. He stepped into the living room, freezing at the sight: Lila, completely nude, body arched in ecstasy, fingers buried deep in her pussy, glistening with arousal. Her full breasts heaved with each breath, nipples hard peaks, her thighs slick and parted invitingly. “Christ, Lila,” he muttered, voice a gravelly rumble that sent shivers down her spine. His eyes darkened, locked on the obscene display—her hand moving rhythmically, the wet sounds echoing. “What the hell are yo

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.

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

It felt like she needed to pee, but better. He fucked her faster. One hand reached around, found her clit, and rubbed in hard circles. The pressure snapped. She squirted hard, a clear fluid gushed around his cock, soaking his thighs, the couch, dripping to the floor. Her body shook violently. “Damien fuck oh god.” He didn’t stop. His fingers kept working her clit fast, firm, and another orgasm crashed through her right after. Her pussy clenched tight around him as she screamed into the cushion.