Novel & Cerita Quotes Lust

No, I need it, crave it. He stands back, watching me. Lust takes over in his eyes, the anger not there, but he is still domineering, in control. “Strip.” The command is so feral that it makes me wet. Just a look from this man is enough to make me want to turn into an animal, but with Jackson, everything seems possible somehow. My gaze never leaves his face as I grab the hem of the soft cotton shirt and lift it over my head. An audible groan escapes Jackson as he palms his dick through his pants. “Fuck.”

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

“Someone will hear.” Despite my protest, my clit throbbed with need. Heat gathered like a firestorm in my lungs as those strong, deft hands caressed me, molding to my hips and thighs, stoking the fires higher and hotter until they incinerated my reservations. “No, they won't.” James sank to his knees and pushed my knees wider, granting him an unfettered view of my soaked arousal. His eyes gleamed up at me, dark and bright as volcanic glass. “It's my apartment.”

“Breathe, slut. You’re taking both tonight.” She pushes in slow—burning stretch turning to white-hot pleasure as she fills my ass. Double penetration: Jax pounding my cunt, Lena claiming my ass, rocking in sync until I’m sobbing around the cock in my mouth. The pierced guy pulls out, strokes fast, and comes across my face—hot ropes landing on my cheeks, lips, tongue. I lick what I can, moaning like a whore. They don’t stop.

As Max sat down beside her on the bed, Mira felt her senses come alive, aware of the proximity and the unspoken tension between them. "Was this lust or love she taught?" Mira's mind was a jumble of emotions as she thought about her friends' warnings and her own feelings for the twins. She couldn't deny the strong attraction she felt towards Max, but was it love or lust? She thought back to the way her heart skipped a beat when Max appeared in her window, the way her skin tingled when he smiled at her.

“Or should I just fix my hands in—?” He didn't give her room to breathe. He slid his fingers beneath the lace, finding the slick of her flesh. Rissa let out a broken, high pitched gasp, her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as he began to rub against her with a predatory rhythm. “A lot of meat...” he murmured, his voice thick with a dark, possessive satisfaction as he watched her undoing. “So much more than Finn deserves. You’re overflowing for me, aren’t you, boo?”

We moved through the hard parts of the breakup, the nights I cried with my hand between my legs, and the shame that followed the pleasure. Lucian guided me through it with precise words, his focus so sharp and personal as if his hands were already on my skin even though he stayed in his chair. “You’re allowed to want to be fucked like you matter,” he told me during one long pause, his tone rougher around the edges. “Say it back to me, Nora.” “I’m allowed to want to be fucked like I matter,” I repeated, my voice husky, thighs pressed tight together to stop myself from squirming too obviously. “I want someone who sees how wet and desperate I get and doesn’t look away. Someone who uses it.”

" he smiled the music was so romantic, and he kissed my lips, that was the only thing I could not feel but to watch our avatars kiss was awesome, I smiled, I wanted his lips on mine so bad, "I heard that, I want it too. Blaze is sleeping may I come to you?" he typed in the game, as he touched me between my legs, rubbing and carressing my swollen lips, then I felt someone behind me, "Hello sweetheart" 'Deluge' said as he kissed my neck they both danced with me hold me tight between them, they were driving me insane with lust, they both were rubbing on me, I felt so alive. "Can we both come to you, sweetheart?" Deluge asked.

Trust me when your body and mind argue, you can't help but consider running away to a place where there is no one and scream on top of your lungs like shut up. It's not like my situation is any easy, now that they are making a racket by disagreeing on a subject that is so sensitive like this. One says fuck it and let me do the sin of tasting him but the other part is my conscious reminding me about Kelly and the things that he did. This man is a godsend present to ladies and he knows it. Lust is something that has the power to either satisfy you or ruin you if it's not done with the right person. So what am I doing? Am I ruining or satisfying? I've got no clue.

My mascara is smudged, my hair deliciously ruined, my body covered in sweat—and judging by the way they’re looking at me, I’ve never been sexier to them. Without waiting, I reach out with both hands. I wrap one hand around Kenny’s slick, stiff cock and the other around Lestat’s. They both groan in unison, and I feel a thrill of delight at being able to touch them at last. Their cocks are hot and hard under my fingers. I give a few experimental pumps, enjoying how even that slight touch makes them throb and leak. “You look so fucking hot on your knees, stroking our cocks,” Lestat says, voice thick with lust. He places a hand on my head, not forcing, just resting there like he’s readying himse