Pure Desire Book Novels & Stories

With a sinister smile and two, HE gladly replies. “Well then. Just who are you suggesting to be the spice without disrupting the flow of fate that I already wrote into everyone’s lives?” A bit of a dangerous dare that HE knew that is difficult to do. Yet HE trusted the Mistress to comply for such a criterion in choosing the perfect spice to open the book of the next stage. “Remember that the spice I needed is someone whose sin is as pure as black. With the Yang that is pure as white. I want someone who is pure and true, with the other half of its pure darkness.”

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I lightly brushed his chest. “I can see you want it to,” I whispered. “Don’t deny yourself pleasure.” He jumped and turned to face me. “I cast out the devil, Father return your daughter to a pure heart,” he said, clutching his crucifix tightly, muttering Latin words. I chuckled softly. “No one can stop the devil today… not even God. But let’s see if he can withstand temptation.” I sat on the chair and spread my legs open, I wore a flare skirt with nothing underneath.

Soon he was fucking my cunt with the same pace as my ass. He reached for the small, purple remote of the vibrators clamping down on my nipples and increased the setting. I gasped immediately, my body squirming as the vibrations intensified and drove me close to insanity. "Please... fuck please!" "What are you asking for, slut?" I knew better than to tell him I wanted to cum. This was a game, and his pleasure was the only way to get the prize. "Please fuck me harder! I love the feeling of your massive cock, sliding in and out of me!"

The second pose showed the model hugging his thighs in an M-shape. The third pose showed the model crouching over in bed, tongue half out. I followed every pose for the first eight photos. However, I found myself getting stuck at the ninth and final photo. The final pose showed the model wearing a mix of emotions on his face, somewhere between pain and pleasure. He was obviously aroused, and there was also a spurt of white coming from his lower half, forming a perfect semi-circle. I slowly tugged down the elastic band of my thong in shame.

He asked. “Yes and no…I received a letter…Marley…my mate is Pure like me. She has an affinity to rain…to storms.” I told him. There was a long pause. “Wow man that’s unheard of…two Pure mated together…I haven’t heard of that in the history of anything. You’re fire is chaos, storms are chaos. With the fire and water you balance each other out but in the wrong hands…you guys could destroy so much…” “I figured as much….”I sighed.

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Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life. This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section.

“It’s your birthday, and I am getting the presents?” I open it, and stop breathing. It’s her purity ring. The one she’s worn ever since her first communion. The one I used to trace with my fingers when I thought I’d never be enough to replace it. “Sareena…” I say, but my throat’s tight. She steps back, undoes the top button of her dress. Then the next and lets the whole thing fall to the ground. “I want this,” she whispers. “I want you. Don’t make me wait any longer.” She says, standing in front of me wearing only her white G-string.

Just me and this burning need to be filled, fucked hard until I shatter. My hands moved on their own, sliding up under my shirt to cup my breasts. I squeezed them firmly, thumbs circling my hardening nipples, pinching until they sting with pleasure. A soft gasp escaped my lips as I continued kneading the soft flesh, feeling my pulse quicken but it wasn’t enough. The fire was spreading lower, I shifted on the bed, parting my thighs. Trailing my fingers down my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my panties.