Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

“You know what? Why don’t you bend me over the desk? I want to feel this cock even deeper.” Marcus nodded eagerly and pulled out. Elena slid off the desk, spun around, and shoved her fat, juicy ass toward him. Every little movement made her cheeks jiggle softly, the sight so hypnotic that Marcus gulped hard, his cock twitching visibly. She bent forward over the desk, laying her upper body flat against the wood. Her thick thighs spread wide, ass pushed back invitingly, pussy glistening and ready for him. When nothing happened, she glanced back over her shoulder and saw Marcus just standing there, eyes locked on her fat ass like he was hypnotized.

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

“Yeah sure,let's go with that. Provided you don't end up catching feelings at some point, then we are good, and when all of this is finally over, you'll walk away without turning back.” I spoke walking towards her direction, my cock was still rock hard and I hadn't gotten my fill earlier. She lay down on the bed completely, raising her left legs, her silky gown moved up and she touched her boobs, flashing me a tired but seductive smile. “I assume that should be my line, Romano, I'll never fall in love with you….”

Only Sandy could do this to my body, and I wanted more from her. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked a little to relieve tension while looking down at my perfect princess. She looked so ethereal, like a goddess with her hair splayed on the bed and her beautiful naked body blessing my eyes. The needy look on her face turned me on so much that I could not help but lean down and kiss her hard on her soft lips.

She rocked back to meet every thrust, her full breasts swinging heavily beneath her, nipples brushing the table with each jolt. The office echoed with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, her moans, and the men’s ragged grunts. Kane reached around to pinch and tug at her nipples while David gripped her hips tighter, pounding into her ass. Elena’s body shook with overwhelming pleasure, completely stuffed and used by the two bosses. “You feel so fucking good,” Kane growled, slamming into her harder. “This is exactly the kind of dedication we expect.” Elena could barely form words, lost in the intense double penetration. She reached between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit

Lucian pounded harder, Matteo’s fingers never stopped moving and Rafe’s hand tightened in my hair. “You going to come for us, Lena?” Lucian growled. I nodded frantically, unable to speak. “Then earn it,” Matteo hissed. “Beg.” I whimpered, tried to say something, but Rafe didn’t let up. My eyes rolled back. Lucian gripped my hips harder. “Come on. Give it to us.” Matteo rubbed faster, making me scream around Rafe’s cock as I shattered, thighs shaking. Lucian came right after, groaning as he filled me. He pulled out slowly, watching it drip down my thighs.

He washed her creamy skin with Champagne, and every long stroke made her purr with pleasure. ‘I'm all sticky,’ she complained, not really complaining at all. ‘You sure are!’ said Jake, his fingers inside her at last. Pandora strained at her bonds, her pelvis rising to him as he dabbed gently at her clitoris, his mouth still glued to one breast. She was already wet: deliciously slippery and perfectly primed for a long smooth ride. There was nothing to stop him sliding straight in her to the hilt. But that wasn’t the way Jake wanted it to be. They'd strayed from the ‘romance’ remit somewhat, but as Pandora was so vociferously pleased with the situation, it didn’t seem to matter.

Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited. “Yassy,” Devon murmured. “You love this, don't you? Do you know how long we have fantasized about making you our little whore.” “Oh fuck…Devon…please—!” “Please what? Say it.” “Please fuck me harder—make me come!” He slammed in, grinding his pubic bone against my clit. “I’m gonna come again,” I sobbed. “Then come, Yassy,” Hans snarled. “Come all over my cock.”