Pure Desire Book Novels & Stories

But the kiss was forceful and quick___ like a punishment. He separated his mouth from mine, leaving between us the long line of silver saliva, and he lowered his body, planting kisses on my body. He ignored my erect nipples and directly moved down to my pussy. I arched my back, bit my lower lip, and closed my eyes. "Send the pictures to me." He suddenly said. "Huh?" I was confused. Having been sent to the cloud with his touch, my brain seemed befuddled. He pressed on my clitoris, and I cried, but his eyes remained on me___ those pairs of eyes were unprecedentedly cold. "Send those pictures to me." He repeated. His tone husky, yet cold.

Off-limits. And now, he can’t stop thinking about corrupting her. One session becomes two. And when she confesses she’s never even been kissed properly, Silas knows he’s going to be her first—in every possible way. But can a man like him handle a girl like her… or is he about to ruin the only pure thing he’s ever touched? Chapter One The Dare I stood on the edge of the sidewalk, staring up at the glowing red sign like it might bite me. REIGN INK.

I moaned and opened my thighs wider. “Let me feel you,” I begged. The energy thickened. It pushed inside my pussy like a cock made of pure heat. Not hard like a man, but pulsing, alive, knowing exactly how to rub every sensitive spot. “Oh fuck… yes…” I rocked my hips against nothing, taking the invisible force deeper. You will never be shy again, the book promised. You will carry my hunger into the world. Every person you touch will feed us both. Pleasure built fast. I felt the book’s ancient lust mixing with mine. Its centuries of stored ecstasy flooded my mind. I came violently, screaming as my pussy clenched around the energy cock.

John muttered while signing out of his account 'Jennith'. *** An annoyed girl stared at herself in the mirror, injuries again! Fuck this power! Fuck being a Pure! Fuck normals with their perfect life! Ahhh! Fuck her goddamn hair that always had to tangle up too! That's right, the user with the id the purest bitch was a Pure with the power of summoning, spirits, ghosts all sorts of things, she could summon all of 'em ever since she had awakened. She would be able to summon them and even sign an agreement with them, or make them her slaves if they weren't really strong but something happened.

I need her ruined. She has no idea how carefully I have been molding her. Every soft touch. Every time I let her feel my hardness but pulled away. It is all part of the plan. I whisper scripture while I corrupt her mind. I praise her purity while I make her drip like a whore. She thinks I am saving her. In truth, I am shaping her into exactly what I crave. Tonight will be the night. No more holding back. I will fuck her until she forgets her own name. Until the only prayer she knows is my cock sliding in and out of her.

Marianne made her way to their bedroom. Upon entering, she looks at the closed door in the corner. ‘I will read those books later. Sorry, but those books can wait. The important thing for now is to addressed my situation or else my thoughts on that man will always be a torture. It will never go away despite all my efforts thinking that I can forget about it. I don’t think I can ever be at ease without taking action.’ She looked at her phone for a while. Then she dials Francois.

she continued, her voice dropping into a low purr, “is simple. You do what you want, with who you want. No questions, no labels, no guilt. Just pleasure. Pure, filthy pleasure.” Her hand flicked in the air as if she were sketching the scene for me. “Imagine walking into a room glowing in red light, velvet couches against the walls, music thick and pulsing. You don’t even make it past the entrance before you see a woman on her knees sucking two cocks at once, while another is bent over the bar getting fucked so hard the glasses shake. Nobody hides. Nobody pretends. It’s all out in the open—bodies sweaty, dripping, begging, taking.”

Austin felt awesome with the food I ordered. She almost ate half of the orders and I'm glad that she's enjoying it. I felt proud of myself for how I manage to tame this young girl with my billion-dollar money today. For me, I wanted this not to end but to think that I haven't got what I want. She made me felt hard again. "Here drink this," I said and offer her the red wine. I wanted this moment to be perfect. I want her drunk as I took her virginity above this metal table. I want to hear her screams in ecstasy and begs for my hardness inside her. That's what I desire with her.

“Make yourself come.” I gasp. “Right now?” “Right now.” He nods. My heart is pounding in time with the pulsing between my legs so it doesn’t take much convincing for me to slide my hand back between them. I continue to finger myself while I’m in his lap, my body so desperate for the orgasm. My hand that’s not between my legs reaches for his belt in an attempt to tell him what I want, but he grabs it and pulls it away before bringing it to his mouth. “No.”

Not with him, and not with us. The firestorm inside me finally erupted, and this time, I heard my cry before a hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. My orgasm was so intense that I disintegrated immediately, bits and pieces of me falling, floating, burning until the smoke cleared, and a hazy shadow of my senses returned. The hand over my mouth dropped, replaced by a punishing kiss. I tasted my arousal, and my nipples tightened again like I hadn’t just come so hard, I couldn’t breathe properly.