Raunchy Romance Novels & Stories

That insane . "Angela are you crazy" I said to her tying to collect it from her hand before another person sees it . My cheek burn in embarrassment as the taught of wearing that in front of Mr DiCaprio and seeing his face. I have never worn anything like this before in front of my past boyfriends talk more of going further than sharing innocent kisses . "Samantha stop being a baby. You are a beautiful twenty three years old women and his high time you display this beautiful body of yours and drive a man insane." She said trying to boast my ego.

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

She looked like the perfect slut, and Ryker’s cock was already hardening again at the sight. “Get on the couch,” he ordered, voice rough. “On your back. Spread those legs wide. I’m not done using you.” Riana obeyed instantly, lying back on the velvet couch and pulling her knees up to her chest, exposing her dripping cunt completely. Her pussy lips were swollen and puffy from the pounding she had already taken, glistening with creamy white cum that oozed out slowly. The sight made Ryker’s dick throb painfully. He climbed between her spread thighs and rubbed the thick head of his cock up and down her messy slit, coating himself in their combined juices. “Look at this sloppy fucking pussy,” he

My lips were still tingling and swollen, coated in spit and precum, when Marcus and Ryan lifted me from the rug. My knees ached, but the ache between my legs was far worse—a deep, throbbing need that made my pussy clench around nothing. I was a wreck: hair messy, face flushed and streaked, tits shiny with drool, thighs slick with my own arousal. The six men stood around me, cocks hard and glistening from my mouth, breathing heavy with restrained hunger.

Lancaster. What else do you want?"."All you've done is tease me. Teasing not dancing"."It would be boring if you don't suffer. Exercise patience. It's not like I'm running away".Ruarc rolls his eyes, slumping back in the chair. Tired of torturing this poor man, I sit in his lap, my back to his fromt."Better", Ruarc whispers in my hair.I rotate my hips slowly against his crotch and Ruars moans in pleasure. I rub my back against his chest, grinding hard against him without facing him. He moves his hips with mine, our hips moving in sync. Aroused, Ruarc pulls down my cup, pinching my nipple."Face me fuck. I want you to face me".And face him I did. "Forget about the lapdance", he says, cupping

Tears welled up in her eyes. His thick arm moved and he placed his fat hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards him, "just a one night stand and I will not work for them anymore," he inhaled her scent and let out a moan in air, "let me take your body and I will work only for you," Roshanay tried stepping back but he didn't let her. His breath stunk of cheap cigarette, his teeth pale yellow and skin thickened around his neck. "No," her chin wobbled as she shook her head, more to herself.

Even now. Arrick hands are under my dress in seconds, both of us way too turned on and impatient for sex after weeks without and it doesn’t take long for me to get his pants undone. If we had this idea of a romantic first night, then it’s straight out the window for a quick screw in a garden while one of us is crazily drunk. I don’t even care. I am beyond horny for him. Who said romance is dead? Arrick pushes me hard against the wall and I tense myself waiting for him to take it from foreplay to more, but instead he stops and pulls back breathlessly.

She curled into one of the high-backed chairs near the window, a thick book open on her lap, a dark romantic comedy she’d read a thousand times. The sun was setting in orange and purple across the pages. She told herself she was reading. In truth she was still feeling Roman between her thighs from the shower, every shift of her hips reminding her how he did everything but fuck her. The door opened without a knock. Roman stepped in, closing it softly behind him. Shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, top two buttons undone, looking too innocent for who he truly was. He looked unfairly edible. Tessa didn’t even look up from her book.

Clothing stayed partially on, her gown bunched around her waist, breasts exposed to his hungry mouth, his suit still mostly buttoned except for the growing wet spot her pussy had left on his lap. Amara leaned down and kissed him hard, tongues sliding together as she kept rolling her hips. Roman’s fingers returned to her pussy, stroking her through the ruined lace, circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her trembling on the edge. They stayed like that for the rest of the ride; grinding, touching, whispering filthy promises, mouths on necks and breasts, hands exploring but never fully giving in.

Black dots dance around me as Roman blatantly slurped everything I produced for him. He guided me down from my high, the roughness of his touch was long gone when I caught on my breathing. He climbed up my body, kissing me squarely on the mouth. The tang of my arousal filled my senses. I’ve never felt anything more carnal than this before. Roman held his weight, staring down at me with a smug smile on his lips, our breaths mingling between us. “You’re beautiful at your ecstasy, amor.” I swallowed hard, reaching for the hem of his shirt. He grabbed my hand, guiding both above my head. My brows furrowed. “Not tonight, I’m satisfied at seeing you unravel because of me.”