Novel & Cerita Reading Sexy Stories

His thumb rubbed my clit in light teasing strokes keeping me right there trembling and aching for release. I bit my lip hard, my cheeks burning but the heat between my legs won out. “I want your mouth on me next Riot. I want you to get on your knees and lick your own cum out of my pussy while you look up at me. Suck it all out then spit it back in and add more with your tongue. I want to be so full and messy that I smell like sex and you all the way home like I cannot even hide what you did to me.” My voice shook saying it but the way his eyes got even darker and his fingers twitched inside me told me he loved hearing me talk like that.

He unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hard and long cock. He stroked himself slowly, stepping closer. “You want it, Layla?” She nodded eagerly, spreading her legs wider. “Yes… please.” Felix didn’t make her wait. He gripped his thick cock and rubbed the swollen head up and down her dripping slit, coating himself in her juices and the remnants of her orgasm. Layla leaned back on her elbows on the kitchen island, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as he teased her entrance. “Tell me how bad you want it,” he commanded, voice rough.

Well, I know I’ve been long in setting up my little story here, but this is where our story gets interesting. After one of those aforementioned “hard days of work,” I went to the local watering hole with my best friend Stacy. We had always been close; we roomed together in college, and now we’re both personal trainers, so she felt my plight when it came to nights like this. I was throwing back wines like it was going out of style which always seemed to be occurring on half-price wine Wednesdays while listening to Stacy tell some of her racy and risqué stories of conquest. Stacy had taken to catering to the good-looking sector of our clientele and had taken to seducing them. She noted how “it

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

He looked up slowly, letting his storm-gray eyes drag over my body like a physical caress. “Lock the door,” he said quietly and my fingers trembled with excitement as I turned the lock. Adrian stood and rounded the desk, stopping just inches away. The scent of black coffee and warm male skin filled my senses. “You look sexy” he drawed with his gaze lingering on the swell of my breasts and the hem of my short skirt. “Good girl.” Good girl Aughhh those two words made my clit throb. He has no idea how those two words messes with my restraint.

"Now, control is in my hands. Because you have ruined my fun time. You should replace it with your body." "Ah yeah, didn't you come to sell your body to me?" Alexander mocked as he walked closer to Cassandra. The man confidently showed off his naked body. Cassandra felt disgusted; she was disgusted to see Alexander's manhood hanging freely without a cover. 'Damn it, this crazy man has gone too far.' "Take off your clothes and quickly get into bed. I want to know how sexy your body is." Alexander stared lecherously at Cassandra while pointing his gun. "Um, I forgot. You come from a small town where the majority of people still adhere to norms. And I heard that your beloved boyfriend is also a

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

It is as if I have control over how other people look at me and have in mind that I am in the business of pleasing people. We had an argument after I reread the document after that and all our arguments end up in bed with me being fucked up senseless. Do I hate it? Hell no! In fact, I enjoy it. Angry sex is the best because there are no inhibitions. We do it as if there is no tomorrow. I don't call myself addicted to sex anymore. I say that it's just that I hadn't met Klaus. He's the man I had been waiting for and he knows what I need and how to give it to me.

My nails raked down his back, my body betraying me as I rocked against him while he tore my shorts aside and his fingers slipped between my wet folds and pressed on my already sensitive nub. I gasped, rocking against his fingers slowly. “Already wet for me,” he rasped, clearly satisfied at that revelation. I hated that he was right. Hated that my body was already his, whether I wanted it or not. But I wasn’t stopping. Not this time. “Ronan,” I breathed, fingers tangling in his hair. “Fuck me.” He groaned like the words physically pained him, dragging his cock against my slick heat, teasing me and torturing me.