Quotes Lust Novels & Stories

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

My pussy kept squeezing around his knot like it wanted to milk him dry. Lucian lifted his head and looked down at me. His golden eyes were still glowing. He brushed my hair from my face almost gently, then kissed me. His tongue pushed into my mouth possessively while his hips made small rolling movements. The knot rubbed against a sensitive spot inside me and I whimpered into his mouth. “You are taking my knot so well for a human,” he murmured. “Most females cry from the stretch. But you… you are dripping and moaning like a true mate.”

She held his head between her thighs and bent her head backwards. He raised one of his hands and grabbed her breast…teasing and pinching her nipples softly. Finally, she came. Squirting all over Jay’s lips and nose. Jay licked her pussy slow and steadily, like he was trying to memorize her taste. He got back up on his feet and pulled her by the waist. “I love the way you taste” he groaned. “Oh yeah?” She said teasingly before putting her shirt back on. “I’ll kill you if I end up losing my job” she said to Jay as she put on her clothes.

“I’ve missed you. Being with you like this. Whenever you put your mouth on me I can’t think of anything else but how great you make me feel.” Quinn’s eyes shone with male pride. He slapped his palms on the inside of her thighs and his dark head descended. Libby held her breath. Every muscle in her body clenched in anticipation of the next swipe of his wet tongue. “Relax.” “I am.” “Wrong. I can feel the tension vibrating off you.” “It’s not tension, Quinn. It’s lust. I don’t need new tricks. I just need you.” An animalistic snarl was her only signal she’d pushed him to the brink.

He climbed in between her legs and leaned in for a long tongue-twisting, lusty kiss. He sucked on her neck and then her titties. Massimo painted circles of saliva on every portion of her chest and abdomen. He zoomed back to her breasts. He gently bit Quinn's nipples then gave them one more whooping with his tongue. The hot, young lover kissed his way back down her tummy and circled her belly button. He parted her snatch with his fingers and put on a show of unbelievable oral wizardry.

It now has the necessary and the most important emotion of all. “Love.” JK whispers, describing the emotion that his chimera is currently dwelling deeper within. But it is not just a mere emotion of love, because it is a type of love that is toxic. The deeper meaning of lust falls under the umbrella of insanity and the love for blood and death. “I love her. I love how she is gentle and kind. So pure, and so true. Just how I love to make her suffer.” She screams in delight and a twisted expression. Dancing and laughing maniacally to her dreaded beats that she is now aware of what and how fun it is to have and felt that kind of emotion.

“Spread your legs wide, no, wider.” The third man, the one who had been stroking himself in anticipation, knelt between her thighs. His cock was thick and already leaking. Her boyfriend leaned close, his mouth at her ear. "What do you want now, my little slut? Tell me," "Another cock in my pussy, please?" Lucy whimpered. “You’re going to take him in your pussy, and at the same time…” Justin glanced over at Hale, who was ready again. , “…you’re going to suck him until your jaw aches.”

Lustre moaned, not just from the kiss, but from the way his hands gripped her hips, holding her like he owned every part of her from throat to thigh. He tasted like ash and spice, his tongue demanding and wild. She didn’t realize she’d pressed her body flush against his until she felt the hardness straining beneath his tailored slacks, thick and pulsing with heat. He growled, low and guttural, breaking the kiss to drag his nose along her jaw. “You smell like heat. Like you’re ready to burn.” Lustre’s fingers found the open collar of his shirt and pulled. Hard. Buttons scattered like broken promises. His chest was pure heat and sinew, marked with scales that shimmered in candlelight. “Then ma

I sank to the sofa and sighed. “Holy cow, those two are exhausting.” “They’re in love,” Wyatt said, simply. I snorted. “That looked like lust to me.” “Same difference,” Wyatt said. I pretend gasped. “Oh, no sir! Love and lust are most definitely not the same.” Wyatt’s eyes darkened. “I lust for you and I love you, Kacela Thompkins.” I giggled. “You can love me and not lust for me. Like right now. I’m loving you but not lusting after you.”

she shouted, paying back the same pleasure. Holding her calves in one hand, Lucas grabbed her bre*st and he pinched it with his thumb and his index finger. When Harriet looked into his red eyes, she clearly saw lust in his eyes. It was as if he was so hungry, he wanted to suck her n*pples right now. “Ahhh, you know, when you looked at me like that. I felt like the most lustful and sensual wolf in the world.” Lucas chuckled with excitement. “Just admit it. You went horny as soon as you met me.”