Primal Play Romance Books Novels & Stories

“It’s so much… feels good.” “You’re doing perfect,” Cas praised, kissing my neck. “Such a good girl for us.” Damien slowed, holding me still. “You ready for both of us, baby? Double stuffed?” I nodded frantically, beyond words. Cas positioned behind me. Damien held my cheeks spread as Cas pushed in slowly—inch by thick inch into my ass. The burn melted into pleasure. “Fuck!” I cried out, full in a way I’d never been. “You’re both so deep.”

His own cock was thick and veined, and he buried himself inside her wet, convulsing heat in one single, powerful thrust. There was no more teasing. This was raw, primal fucking. He drove into her, the bed slamming against the wall with each snap of his hips. The ropes bit into her wrists, anchoring her to the storm of his passion. She met his thrusts, her own desires unleashed, completely lost to the taboo, to the power of him. She felt his rhythm stutter. A guttural groan was torn from his throat, and she felt the hot, sudden rush of his release deep inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his weight a comforting anchor.

"What's your game, Francis? Running a test on me? Want to see if I'll stay your ride-or-die without the meds, wagging my tail for you?" Francis' face turned stormy. "Don't talk like that." "How should I talk, then?" I flung the blankets aside and shakily stood up. My legs were jelly, but I held my ground. "Should I thank you then? For a decade under your drug-fueled thumb? And now you're curious what's left when you peel that away?" He rose, a full head taller, casting a long shadow. "I'm after the real deal, Natalie, not some drug-induced fantasy."

This is all I want. Elsie brought her hands down to the front of his shirt, gently pressing against his muscular pecks. His firm muscles tightened beneath her hands, making her want him so badly that her legs trembled with anticipation. The kissing became more passionate by the second, like an upward roller coaster. Their tongues continued their sensual dance. There was an eagerness in their kiss, one that hadn't been there previously. It made it very clear to Elsie that he wanted this just as badly as she did.

I told him. He chuckled. "Come on, it saves time if I'm calling people with short nicknames." "Yeah right. And fyi, I'm not a prince. I'm playing as Romeo in this play. It's Romeo and Juliet." "Hahaha I should be Juliet then." He said casually, surely he jested... right? "Weirdo. Then your fan girls will go crazy seeing you acting and crossdressing on stage." He pouted like he was really disappointed. "Man, it's really hard being popular."

JULIA "What are you reading now?" Scott asked. Scott was my husband of ten years. He had just caught me engaged in one of my guilty pleasures, reading erotic romance novels. More than erotic, steamy really. Scott is tall, surfer boy handsome and fit. He has his own residential construction business and often worked with his men, which meant he was a man's man as well as a woman's. I loved him immensely and was not looking to upgrade. For that matter, he was more romantic than I was, still giving me flowers on special occasions and celebrating Valentine's Week, not Valentine's Day. He helped with the household chores, rubbed my feet or my back if they hurt, and was the best lover I've ever ha

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She pulled me down over her and her hands moved to my belt and I helped her with it and we undressed each other the rest of the way and her mouth found my throat and I felt it everywhere. The foreplay went long and I was into it, fully into it. Her hands wrapped around my cock and stroked slow and I was hard almost immediately, achingly hard, the kind of hard that built heat through my whole lower body and made my jaw go loose. She worked me with her hand while her mouth moved across my chest and down my stomach and I threaded my fingers into her hair and held on. When her mouth replaced her hand I groaned into the quiet of the room and my hips shifted against her and she took her time with

"Had you ever done it before you became a slave?" "No. I wasn't that wild before I was married. My fantasies mostly started after my marriage. I wasn't unhappy as a wife, but it definitely called to me. I think it mostly started after our friend, Zoe, said she was becoming a sex slave to Brianna. I'd never really thought of it before seriously, thinking it was strange before it became real to me. Then I started reading sex slave romance novels and got into reverse harem novels. After, a lot of my fantasies extended to more than one person fucking me. My slavery was Master's attempt to make some of those fantasies become real." "Had you ever been with a woman before?"

She is smiling like she found something that just made her day. “What’s with the books?” Romy bounced onto the bed, “First, the romance book section in your library is awesome. We totally need to check it out together. Second, I got these pack law books. These are the first two of four.” I smiled. Of course, she had already gone to the library. Her weapon is her mind and sharp tongue. She uses them well, too. “Did you find something interesting?”