Racy Stories Novels & Stories

“Take every inch, you cocky fuck.” Ryan pushed back to meet him, their bodies slapping wetly. “Harder, asshole. Is that all you got?” Tyler snarled and pounded deeper, angling to hit that spot inside Ryan that made his knees buckle. The locker room filled with their grunts and moans, water pouring over their straining muscles. Ryan’s hand joined Tyler’s on his cock, stroking himself furiously. “I’m gonna come,” Ryan gasped, voice rough. “Do it. Come with my cock in your ass, rival.”

I was so close already, trembling on the edge. Jace reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, rough circles while never slowing his pace. “You’re going to come all over your best friend’s fiancé’s cock,” he growled into my ear. “And you’re going to do it quietly.” The dirty words destroyed me. My orgasm hit like an explosion. I screamed into his hand as my pussy clenched violently around his thick cock, gushing all over him. My whole body shook uncontrollably while he kept fucking me through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the bedroom as I fucked her hard and fast. Fuck, my fiancée can't get enough; she was literally screaming for me to fuck her more. The horny whore must hаvе been just аѕ еxсitеd by rеtеlling thе story of the threesome she had at the club аѕ I wаѕ frоm hеаring it.

WARNING:Taboo (Step-sibling), Group Sex (Mfm), Double Penetration (DP), Anal Sex, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Multiple Creampies. The front door clicked shut behind me, the house still and silent-or so I thought. My parents' trip had been delayed by a massive storm at the airport, giving them an extra night at a hotel in the city and giving me one more night of total control. I'd spent the evening at a party, drinking just enough to make my blood run hot and my temper short. All I could think about on the drive home was Jade. I wanted to drag her back to that master bedroom and finish what I'd started on the silk sheets.

I said, taking her hand in mine and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Okay here goes. I've never had anyone do what you did to me before. I've heard my friends talk about it but that's all." Her face began to redden and she lowered her eyes. "You mean you've never had a guy lick you down there?" I asked skeptically. "No." "Wow. I find that hard to believe, I mean I've heard rumors that you're..." I couldn't bring myself to come out and call her a slut. "That's just vicious gossip that Patty Brady spread because she saw me with her ex-boyfriend Tom Simpson!" Cassie growled defensively.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

“I hate you so much.” “Yeah? Then why are you pushing back on my fingers like a slut?” He scissored them roughly, curling to hit that spot that made me moan loud. “Tell me you don’t want my cock.” “I don’t...” The lie died as he replaced his fingers with the thick head of his cock and thrust in raw. “Too bad.” He sank deep in one powerful stroke, stretching me wide. “Take it, Kai. Take your rival’s cock.” “Shit...Marcus...you’re so fucking big...” I gripped the bench, knuckles white, as he started pounding me. Hard. Fast. No mercy. Each thrust slammed deep, his heavy balls slapping against me.

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

Marcus leaned back against the desk crossing his arms so the fabric pulled tight across his chest. “Predatory depends on consent Sarah. If both parties are adults and they want it, who the hell are we to judge the heat between them? Take these classic stories. The men aren’t saints. They’re flawed hungry bastards who see something they crave and go after it. The women aren’t victims either. They’re dripping for it. Wet and reckless because the forbidden touch sets their skin on fire.” Fuck. My face burned. I uncrossed my legs and felt a slick rush between them. The way he said dripping made my clit throb.