روايات وقصص ضمن Romance Sex Story

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

Richy kissed him back desperately, tasting his tears, his shame, and the dark, thrilling promise of what was coming. Jax broke the kiss, breathing hard. He fumbled with his jeans and freed his cock. It was thick, flushed, and already leaking. He positioned himself, the head nudging against Richy’s sore, wet opening. Richy held his breath. “Watch me,” Jax commanded, echoing the doctor’s words but making them his own. Richy looked down and watched as Jax notched himself against him. He felt the blunt, familiar stretch begin anew as Jax pushed inside.

She quietly replied. "Good, I'm just getting started" I smiled. I continue rubbing her shoulders working my way down to her back. Working out all stress from her muscles. I picked a specific movie that shows lots of sex scenes in it called Spartacus. About gladiators and Roman women. There was a scene where I thought she'd enjoy in particular. When the scene starts I start rubbing her sides and kiss her neck from behind softly. "Babe, what are you doing?" She asks when my hands began rubbing her stomach down to her legs.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

“I don’t know. My thoughts are all over the place. I can’t focus.” I wasn’t even hard behind my jeans. And it wasn’t because I wasn’t horny. I was. But maybe not for the man in front of me. Xavier noticed too when he cupped my groin over my jeans. “Hmm… your mood must be worse than I thought. But it’s alright. Nothing I can’t handle.” His lips curled up in a mischievious grin, his eyes roving over me seductively. Any other person would have felt insulted and thrown me out. But not Xavier.

I flipped our position with my cock still buried in her, making her grab the couch for support as I rammed into her. But I was being careful, I didn't want anything that would put her or the baby at risk. "Mmph, yes Lucian." She moaned out as I continued slamming into her repeatedly until we both cummed down from our high. "I love you." I muttered, as she slumped down on the couch. "I love you too."

I had hoped that love could overcome ambition. That weekend, Sienna came to Marcus's apartment, and they didn't leave bed for most of the day. It was a marathon of sex and conversation, of exploration and discovery. She showed him exactly how much pressure she liked on her clit while he was inside her. He discovered that if he held her hair tight while she went down on him, she came from that alone, the submission and control mixing into something intoxicating. They talked between sessions, lying tangled together in his sheets. "Tell me about her," Sienna said, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest. "The ex-fiancée."

"Then, I'll help you to get rid of your boredom," Darren said, chuckling as he leaned down on Hannah. His astringent pine scent engulfed her in a whiff, sending her into a flurry of ethereal dreams. The car partition blocked the driver's view, and they seemed to be more aware of each other's presence in this narrow space. Their lips collided in a fiery embrace, setting the air around them ablaze with an unmistakable hint of sexual tension.

If you think I'm old enough to get married, I'm old enough to know what marriage is. “It's more than sex. “But sex is important. - Of course. I just think other things are important too. “You seem so practical,” the girl smiled, “but I know that deep down you're a romantic. “You don't know what I'm like. "I know there's a man in love with you." The girls who are boarders at the school have already seen it. They say he's the perfect Englishman and that he's not man enough for you. “I don't want to hear about it anymore.