Racy Novels & Stories

Arya Tiny rang out. " What do you want? Ricardo asked her. " Sweetie, my bunny, love of my life " Arya's voice rang out again. " Can you stop being a flirt? With this attitude of yours, how can you bring in a responsible man? " Ricardo asked his kid sister. " I'm a spec, I get any man I want and dump him whenever his services are no longer needed, " Arya said. " What did you want, I'm asking for the very last time " Ricardo became pissed off.

Delicately, Rurac's fingers finally slid into my wetness and stroked me in a delicious rhythm until my toes curled up deliciously in pleasure. "Rurac," I writhed helplessly and desperately as I knew I was close to feeling that heavenly release he had made me feel a few times before. "Give it to me ......please....." I pleaded to look at him with intoxicated eyes. I saw something wicked gleam in his eyes and that turned me on even more than I could imagine. He suddenly increased his pace but then suddenly stopped. He pulled his finger away from me and I gasped in protest.

Jayce “Fuck…” I cursed, closing the door of the bathroom, holding my hand to my heart, that is thumbing in my chest as if I were a teenager. Sharing the same space with Rachel was dangerous. I knew it, but didn’t realize that it was going to be that hard. I took some deep trying to calm down my thumping heart, which seemed to be popping out of my chest at any moment now. Rachel was never the type of girl who was shy, she speak what was in her mind, at least when things come to sex. Other than that, she is pretty good at hiding anything else.

When he pressed against my dripping opening, I couldn’t help the broken sound that fell from my lips that quickly morphed into a scream when he thrust into me so hard, my bones rattled. He didn’t allow me time to adjust, he kept on with his punishing pace, fucking me with such brutality that my eyes rolled back in my head and I couldn’t speak, much less moan. Tears dribbled down to my hairline as I took the pain and pleasure in a mix that had me addicted, his groans and grunts filled the room as he increased his pace, making me claw at his muscled arms “Fuck baby! You feel so fucking good” he growled, releasing my thigh to palm my heaving breast

“Your greedy little stepdaughter pussy is sucking me in.” “Yess yes, harder!” I moaned shamelessly, bouncing on his lap. My breasts slapped against my chest with every brutal upward thrust. “Fuck your dirty girl. Use me, oh god, I’m yours, Marcus. I’m your collared slut!” He gripped my hips and pounded into me, the wet slap of skin echoing with the crackling fire. Every thrust ground the vibrator against my most sensitive spot. I came again without warning, screaming his name as my walls clamped down around him like a vice.

"Get out, you fucking bitch!" Marcus barked harshly, shoving his steel-hard dick back into his pants, fumbling slightly as he reached for his trousers. His voice was sharp and dangerous, dripping with frustration and desire left unsatisfied. Raven stood still, trembling. Something about what she’d just witnessed stirred something deep inside her. The scent of sweat and lust still hung heavy in the air. Her body betrayed her, a wave of wetness pooling between her thighs. Her nipples hardened, brushing against the thin fabric of her blouse. She shouldn’t feel this, not about him. Not about Marcus Gonzales.

Cold sweat streaked through her thick foundation, exposing the rough, dull skin underneath. "No! It's not true! This is all fake! Jillian photoshopped it to set me up!" Kelsey—or rather, Kelvin—shrieked at the top of his lungs. But the shock had made him slip, and he forgot to keep his voice pitched. What came out was no longer that sickly-sweet baby voice, but a rough guttural roar like a trucker with a three-pack-a-day habit suddenly getting his boot stepped on. That one outburst said it all.

And I know it cannot be. Anoryl is the enemy. She lived with the enemy. And yet, my body betrays me with every step. Every glance. Every moment I spend too close, every breath I take when she’s near. I’m not supposed to feel this. Not supposed to want this. Not supposed to let myself be swayed by anything other than duty and vengeance. And yet—

Liz says. Liz tells her to join me on the bed. She slowly climbs up and starts to straddle me. I grab those round hips of hers and pull her close to me. Damn her skin is soft and she smells so fucking good. Just like raspberries and cream. “You need to relax, baby,” I whisper to her. “I am trying. I have never done this before. I am not a model. I did this as a favor for Evie.” Kyaria replies quietly.

Kitty body shook once more. She was so damned sensitive, Rick thought. Sensitive and tight. He was thankful for his inherent stamina in bed. She was going to be voracious and would be a perfect match to his libido. He was going to teach her well and set the pace of Kitty’s sexual appetite. Rick continued to saw into Kitty who was now helplessly shaking her head but her body was moving in unison to Rick’s. Her mouth formed an “O” as her moans became soundless as she became hoarse.