Racy Novels & Stories

Arya breathed rolling her eyes and crooking her neck at the overwhelming desires ravaging her being. In a swift motion Nicklaus picked up pace, clapping skin against skin while Arya’s fist found the sheets for support. Her mind has gone completely blank with no trace of rationality, the only thing in her head was the immerse pleasure soaring through her veins with ease. She squirmed, her release was near so close she could taste it. Nicklaus moves got rapid, she could tell his was near too as he hammered against her while his enormous member slammed against her walls with every thrust.

Her body shaking and falling forward as she orgasms, his hips moving faster. "I want that floor wet Kitty, I want to see just how much you love when I do this." Anaya tries screaming as she orgasms, his hand holding her head against him as she struggles to breathe. His hips starting to move again. The vibrations from her moans, sending him closer to the edge. Anaya's body growing more tired as she keeps having orgasms. The orgasms slowly turning painful as Marcus's hips speed up, his hand holding her head against him as he cums.

Rachel could feel her body being stretched to its limits, the pleasure from before replaced with a burning ache that bordered on pain. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dark and seductive. "You want it, Rachel. You want me to fuck you like the dirty little slut you are." Rachel's body responded to his words, despite the fear and pain, a spark of something dark and primal igniting deep within her.

“Damn. I want in her.” “Me too." Racer whined. “Not yet!” Vanquish barked. Racer threw his head back and spurted his fluid up my chest and onto my neck. He shouted in pleasure as he did a few more thrusts through my cleavage to milk his cock.

He was probably going to screw her and even though I knew they usually had sex, I still felt sick. Candi turned her head to the side and said something to Tyler while wearing a stupid smile that I really wanted to punch off. Tyler didn’t reply and she faced me again before raising her hand, giving me a small wave. I slowly let go of the breath that I didn’t know I had been holding and finally closed the curtains. “I don’t care,” I muttered in an effort to convince myself that what the two of them were most likely going to do in his room didn’t faze me but I couldn’t lie… It did.

Juicy is the first person that ever saw him and damn but he missed her. He smiled. "She's a hairdresser and a really good one, the best in the town. I've seen her working fourteen plus hour days. And she's been hurt recently." He sighed. "I took care of her, and now we're taking care of each other…which is what love is about. Juicy is black. And where we live in Cincinnati, there is still some racism, mostly against me. They still call me 'that white man' even after all of this time. But I don't mind that, as long as neither of us sees color, and we don't."

She then quickly moved and glided herself down to the protruding woody of Marco Raguya, to his full delight. “Oww, holy shit Danica, grind baby, give me your best horse ride ever!” He growled as she moves her body up and down, grinding deep into him. “I’m coming, oh oh, I’m coming now… move fast baby; yes that’s it!” Marco lustfully whispered as he holds her buttocks and pulled her up and down unto him, until both of them gasped and whirled with emotional torment, completely satisfying their lustful desires for each other.

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

The array of emotions churned within her, uncertainty mingling with a growing hatred that threatened to overpower her fear. “You know I haven’t been inside you yet, right?” Rara moved her head from side to side, tears streaming down her face, while he emitted a sinister laugh and pulled her closer to him. Her back pressed against his moist chest, her buttocks positioned above his girthy member. “Fuck, I don’t think I can resist this cunt any longer.” Rara’s breathing hitched several times as Killian circled his arm and pressed his thick long fingers against her open slit. She felt his fingers teasing the clit as he ran his finger up and down her hole.

Impatience surged and boiled within him. “I don't care whose mistress she is now,” Ricardo said with a lecherous grin. “What matters is that her body is still enticing.” Ricardo's laughter grew louder. It echoed throughout the car as he sped along at high speed. “If she has indeed become someone's mistress, then she must be skilled at satisfying men by now.” Erotic fantasies filled Ricardo's mind, resulting in an immediate throbbing sensation down below. Ricardo groped his crotch. The tingling of desire began to show signs, making him even more impatient.