Novel & Cerita Romantic Erotica

I said, moaning as my hands got busy with her hair, slightly pulling,then massaging her scalp, making her relax more into me as I claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. Several thoughts ran through my mind as I sat on his thighs, moaning and feeling the moisture in between my core. But I thought it was a taboo for a king to kiss or mate his pet,but why’s mine different? As if to answer my question,he turned me over in a way that he was lying on top of me on his king sized bed. His hands moved down to my core as he rubbed the surface, erupting a scream from me……as I began to pant and thrash on the bed.

His pain turned into anger as both brothers stared at each other's eyes. Eric was boiling in anger, "If she doesn't love me, do you think that you would have caught us kissing? Or maybe made love as soon as you left?" He spat out to the shock of Felix who let out a loud gasp, his eyes widened in terror. "No….Never" he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!"

This one barely registered. He rolled off, breathing hard, and pulled me against his chest. “Love you,” he whispered. “Love you too.” I stared at the ceiling while he fell asleep. My pussy was still leaking a mix of both of them. I slid my hand down and touched myself slowly, remembering the exact shape of Mr. Grant’s cock. How it had forced me open. How he had held me down and told me that cunt was his now. I came quietly with my fingers, biting my lip so Derick wouldn’t wake up. It wasn’t enough. I already knew tomorrow I would stay late again. I needed the real thing.

The erotica sounds of her mouth filled the space under the water, mixing with my gasps and low moans behind me. Faith free hand slid up to my throat, tilting my head back so she could bite along my neck while her hips kept rolling. "That's my girl, let her taste how wet you are," she moaned, pressing two fingers back inside me from behind even as Stella tongue sucked my front. She then pushed two fingers alongside Faith's, both of them stretching me open together. Their fingers moved in rhythm, one curling up while the other thrust deeper, scissoring inside my clenching walls. My legs shook harder. Faith adjusted her stance, spreading me wider so Stella could comfortably bury her face comple

He was drenched, but it only made him more appealing. Gradually, his hands rose up to my thighs, going all the way up to the hem of my panties. It lingered there for a while and I shot my thigh up. His kisses had descended to my neck. I bit back a moan. The servants were here. They shouldn’t hear me moan. But I was having a tough tine holding my pleasure in. Matteo’s lips were soft. Like whatever the hell was known to be soft. His breath were making a mess of me.

LUCA; I'm obsessed with my gym partner. Utterly and completely obsessed. And no, not in a platonic way. In an erotic, filthy and sinful way. His name is Ethan. Yes, I'm fucking straight. The mere idea of another man touching me in that manner, was repulsive to say the least. Should be a disgusting.... demonic act. I detested the thought of it...but it was such a shame that I had no control of my body's reaction. Of my thoughts. They were filthy and borderline pornographic on the things I imagined he'd do to me, or the things I'd would love to explore with him.

The wet sounds of his fingers sliding through her folds mixed with their heavy breathing. Every red light felt like torture. Every stop made them freeze for a second, hearts pounding, bodies pressed tightly together. Then the light would change and Amara would start grinding again, rolling her hips in those slow, deliberate circles that made Roman’s cock throb painfully beneath her. “I’m so close,” she whispered, voice shaky. “Your fingers feel so good on my clit.” “Don’t come yet,” Roman ordered quietly, pulling his hand back slightly to keep her on the edge. “I want you desperate by the time we reach the hotel.”

“Your analysis is sharp. But you’re romanticizing the power exchange. Sit.” She took the chair across from him. For the next forty minutes they sparred over the text—her arguing the eroticism came from surrender, him pushing back that it was control, domination, the illusion of choice. Their voices stayed low but intense. The rest of the building was empty. Just the two of them and the heavy silence pressing in. Hale stood up at one point to pull a slim volume from the top shelf. When he reached, his shirt stretched across his back. Mia’s mouth turned dry.

There wasn't anything sweet or soft about it. He was straight out fucking the hell out of her. Rita moaned into his ear and started cumming around his cock. Her muscles were throbbing in spasms and clenching his shaft hard. He grunted and groan loudly into her shoulder and before Rita knew it, he was shooting loads of his black cock pumping cum deep into her juicy white cunt. Rita moaned one more time and came all over the head of his cock while he was pulling out. She dropped her legs and licked her lips.

He groaned, his body tensing as he picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine with a force that left me screaming. I could feel the rough fabric of the sofa beneath me, the cool air on my skin, the heat of Damien's body as he claimed me and made me his. "Emma," he growled, his voice a low rumble. "You're mine. All mine." I sighed, my body convulsing as another orgasm crashed over me, my screams filling the room. Damien continued to fuck me, his movements unrelenting, drawing out my pleasure until I was a trembling.