Racy Novels Excerpts Novels & Stories

A girl in a white shirt and a pair of red trousers walked to the table with a rack of drinks and a bucket of ice. I turned my attention to the stripper whose shape was like an hour glass, though slender like a domestic cat, and her skin was glossy like polished glass. She had bouncy, apple shaped breasts with a tattoo in the space between them. There was fluidity in her movement as she swirled around the pole mounted inside the cage. She put her head down and raised her legs up. She slowly parted her legs. With one hand, she balanced herself at a spot and the other hand somehow found its way to her groin area. The index finger of her free hand got lost inside her panties and when it came out

Finally, I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from my lips down his cock. He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the bed. I fell back with a muted thud, my pulse racing as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with need. Then, he parted my legs and rubbed my heavily wet clit with his hand. The feelings crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless. I wanted more of him and every part of him. “Ahhh…God, yes.” I moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. They slowly pumped in and out at first then faster until the slurpy sound filled the room.

Suddenly, Frank pulled away, leaving Ricca hanging. **“Let’s go,”** Frank said, extending his hand. Ricca took it and they immediately entered a room with a soft bed. Frank didn’t waste time—**he quickly took off his clothes**. **Frank’s large *manhood* was exposed in front of Ricca**, causing her to **swallow deeply**. Frank pulled Ricca’s leg and **undressed her**. **Ricca’s rosy flower was revealed to him**. She paused for a moment, then **he slowly pressed his *tongue* against Ricca’s *jewel***.

My body was already sensitive, every nerve on fire, and his raw power was turning me into a shaking mess. “Jace—I can’t—” I sobbed, my fingers scratching at the sheets. “You can,” he hissed, grabbing my waist and lifting my hips higher. “You’re going to take every bit of me until I’m empty.” He started to move; his rhythm was fast. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room, a wet, rhythmic thud that made my heart race. He wasn’t being gentle; he was pounding into me, his cock hitting my cervix over and over until my vision went dark at the edges.

Anthony rubbed that vein intentionally, like it was his job to make my body melt with pleasure. Daniel never knew the right spot and it drove me insane in a bad way. This… what Anthony was doing to me right now, this was driving me insane too, but in the best way possible. His other hand grabbed my other ass and he spread them apart. The warmth of his breath against my pussy made me clench. “You're so beautiful, doll,” Anthony breathed. “You're so beautiful.” The things he said… another way Daniel could never compare. But why the fuck was I even comparing? Daniel was never in Anthony's league and I did myself dirty by thinking I could settle for that when I could have all of…

She laughed easily, refilling wine glasses, completely unaware of the storm brewing beneath the table. It started innocently enough. Rachel’s bare foot had brushed Alex’s leg under the table. Then, boldly, her toes slid higher, pressing firmly against the growing bulge in his slacks. Alex nearly choked on his wine. He shot her a warning glance, but Rachel only smirked, her eyes sparkling with wicked intent as she continued chatting with Sophia about work.

She had been sitting in The Tasty Place dinner, tucked in a corner with her head in a book- a novel I had suspected. One of those typical, Pride and Prejudice novels, or whatever the name was that women loved. It didn’t turn me on or off. She had glanced up from her book, not at me but past me. And it had felt like she saw right through me; it blew me away. Her eyes were like emerald green shimmering in the light, the type of eyes you didn’t see an Asian woman with very often. Contacts, I had thought, but that’s the first thing she clarified when I asserted myself and tried to speak to her.

“You meant them. Read them now.” Her fingers fumbled, opening the diary to a random page. The ink was messy, her writing rushed, full of desires she’d never meant to share. She swallowed, her voice shaking as she began. “I want him to hold me down,” she read, her words soft. “I want his hand on my wrists, pinning me to his desk. I want him to tell me I’m his.” Her voice wavered, but she continued, driven by his gaze. “I want him to touch me where I’m aching, to make me beg, to keep going until I’m shaking.”

Rael glanced up at her, his eyes burning. “You don’t like it?” he asked, voice teasing, his lips wet from licking her. Her face flushed scarlet as she looked away from him, biting her bottom lip. Rael smirked and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit. “You smell so fucking good,” he murmured. “You taste like heaven.” His tongue flicked her engorged bud. Polly trembled as a voice she couldn’t recognize escaped her lips, her body arching. Her brain was in a daze. She clutched his hair as he kissed her pussy, sucking on her clit like he was starved.

She smiled at my words and pulled me up the stairs by my hand, her body moved with this urgent, seductive sway that had my eyes glued to every inch of her. The silky robe had fallen completely open now, revealing her naked form underneath. Her thick, juicy ass cheeks jiggled hypnotically with every hurried step, the soft flesh rippled in a way that made my mouth water and my cock throb painfully against my sweatpants.