Raya Steele Sex Novels & Stories

“I want to watch you two. Together.” Ray gulped at the request. She'd known it would come, eventually. The men here paid for fantasies, and the fantasies got more elaborate the longer you stayed. She'd watched Lilith do it with the new girls, and watched her guide them through it with the same practised patience she used for everything else. “I'll ask her,” Ray said. “You'll do more than ask.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out ten folded hundred-dollar bills. He laid it on the table between the whiskey glasses. “I'll pay more if you make it worth my while.”

"Tell me you do not want your stepbrother’s fingers inside you." She could not say it. Instead, she pushed back against him. Rolling her hips. Chasing pleasure. He slipped two fingers inside her. Curling them. Stroking that perfect spot while his thumb rubbed her clit. Sara’s legs trembled. She gripped the edge of the sink. "Oh god... Callum..." "Quiet, baby," he whispered. "Do not let them hear what a slut you are for me." His fingers moved faster. Deeper. The wet sounds were barely masked by the running water. Sara’s moans grew harder to contain.

he expressed his disappointment. Stella though wanted to speak a lot but at the moment she used the moment to stabilize her respiration. She gulped hard and hungrily with her both hands on his shoulders. It was wrong but nothing seemed wrong as she had always yearned for such a night. Like every other women, she desired rough sex with her partner. And Max Stokes, he was the God of handsomeness and fine physique. Every muscle of his body made her gulp her as he pressed himself on her, "Done!" He asked like she was finishing a trivial task that need not require unnecessary time.

He then gets his sweaty front off my back and grabs me by the waist, so tightly that he starts to hurt my skin. I close my eyes as I feel something on my femininity. 'Here it goes. There's no turning back, Stella. You've come so far, so you've got to finish this,' I mentally cheer myself up. I then feel him going in slowly. I bite my lower lip to silence my moans, but it goes useless when Ryle starts to pound into my now-unchaste hole. My upper body falls to the mattress as I suffer the painful pleasure Ryle is providing me. I feel like I can't take it anymore already. I feel like bursting into bits with his powerful thrusts.

Raya whispered and trailed off when I looked at her, slapping away her hands when she crossed them over her breasts. “You're beautiful Raya, so fucking beautiful,” I breathed, trailing kisses along her midriff and inhaling her musky feminine scent when I traced my tongue in the soft cleft between her legs, gripping her legs when she bucked her hips wildly, her raspy cries making a delicious shiver run through my back. Bloody hell, if she kept moaning like that I was going to have two women pregnant at once. I freed the cock from my pants that tented it, watching the way the veined tower of my cock slapped against her abdomen and letting out a rough growl as the darkness swelled inside me.

A stronger, more confident woman who has made it through the worst period of her life. Here I am riding the absolute hell of this tanned, six-packed god of a man, Raya, getting a handle on what his wolf likes, what Dex doesn’t even realise he likes. As I rise up and down I stop to push my breasts in his face, allowing him to lick and nip them. His elbows rose in frustration but he kept his hands behind his head.

Their lovemaking gets louder enough to reach Jesus above. I look at his phone where the two guys are still having sex, moaning, and panting hard. Slowly Ryan locks his phone as he keeps it on the table while clenching, then opening his fist. Nerves on his forehead pop out mercilessly, his chest heaves and falls down rapidly as if he is trying to control something within him. "Si-Sr- Sex." Immediately my hands cover my mouth once I realize what I just spoke. We both again look at each other, the thunderous clouds floating in his eyes makes him look like an angry red hulk. Ready to break his phone and then me.

"We don't have all night to listen to your lengthy story Moira!" "Sorry Katrina," said Moira whose eyes were focused on Angel. "Frankly saying, we ladies are not vocal about expressing what we need in bed. And what's the use anyway if a man does not care except for his own pleasure? They don't listen to a single word we say. This lack of communication during sex has some less than savory repercussions and we've always found ourselves in a painful sex position for us. Number one, doggy style... there is something primal and animalistic about doggy style that makes men want it so much. Hence, it allows for a deeper penetration and better control. But the fact of the matter is, many women feel

I went bright red, I just walked in on Ryan fucking some women his office table, the women who he was fucking while having her legs in the air screamed “ get the fuck out” Ryan on the other hand looked straight at me, his piercing blue eyes locked with my hazel eyes, some reason I froze, he gave me a smirk while holding this women’s hips and her legs on his shoulders and he gave a little laugh, “ are you stupid, get out” this women shouted, “ ohh ohh shit sorry, ohh I mean sugar” then I quickly ran out and shutting the door behind me .

Ray pounded into her ruthlessly, hips slapping loud and wet against her ass. “Take that dick, you dirty slut. This what you wanted?” “Uhn—uhn—yes! Harder! Ruin my fucking pussy!” She pushed back against him, twerking her ass in filthy circles, making it clap obscenely with every savage thrust. Richard tried so desperately to close his eyes, but he couldn't. Sweat slicked their bodies. Her tits swung heavy beneath her, nipples hard. Ray reached around and rubbed her clit roughly. He turned to Richard with a taunting look.