Romantic Erotica Novels & Stories

She knew the desire was already obvious on her face as well so she didn't hesitate to do as he said. She began to grind and even brought her protruding jewel closer to his masculinity while still sitting on it. She moved to rub her femininity with only thin panties covering it. She was not afraid to do that because she knew that his maleness was also lifeless because of his condition. His two hands were holding her waist again to help her move her body against him. "Damn! Aaaghhhh!" his violent growl was quite loud.

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.

Before Cassandra could realize it, she felt his lips on hers, it was soft, warm and made her body shiver with want. Cassandra felt on top of the world, it was like she was thrown into another world of nothing but pure ecstasy,her heart began to skip so fast. She could feel the touch of Dennis hands on her face, his lips still on hers as he kissed her passionately, his lips not letting go of hers.

he said, groaning my name. With that, I wrapped my arms around his back, dragging my nails across his skin, which made him hiss. I pulled our lips together again, our bodies tangling once more. “That’s it, sweet mate, touch what’s yours,” he said as soon as we broke apart. With those words, I approached my climax quickly. I felt that familiar wave of pleasure rising. His thrusts did not stop for even a moment. He flipped me so I was on all fours, his hands holding my arms in place—pinning me. His thrusts became more erratic, never slowing down. I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position.

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.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.