Novel & Cerita Romantic Erotica Short Stories

The headboard slammed against the wall, the chains rattling as I struggled uselessly against my restraints. My moans turned into screams, echoing in the room, then the screams broke into gasps as he knocked the air out of me, and finally into whimpers as he hammered my sweet spots until I see stars behind the blindfold. "Seraphina" The way he sexily moaned my full name so loud made my heart summersault multiple times and a dam broke inside me like an explosion. I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls.

Layla let out a fresh moan, her voice raspy and tired but full of desire. They spent the next hour exploring every part of her, moving from the sofa to the soft rug on the floor. Her breasts were squeezed and kissed until they were flushed red, and her thighs were bruised from the grip of their hands. She felt like a queen in the middle of her own private storm. Every time one man finished, another was ready to take his place, keeping the fire burning bright. By the time the lights in the club started to dim and the morning was close, Layla was completely spent. She lay on the floor, her hair a mess and her body glowing with the remnants of their passion. The three men sat around her, lookin

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

He hooked my knees over his elbows, folding me almost in half, and pounded into me while the glittering city lights painted stripes across our still-masked faces. “Look at me,” he ordered, voice rough with restraint and pure lust. “Look at the stranger who’s ruining this perfect tight pussy. Tell me how good it feels to get fucked raw by a man whose name you will never know. Tell me how much you love being a secret little slut for one night.” “So good—fuck—so deep—I’m going to come again—please—” “Then come. Soak my cock. Let the whole suite hear you scream for a man with no name.”

They had me on my knees between all three of them, sucking their bodies while they kissed and touched each other above me. They pressed me against the tall windows overlooking the city, Elias fucking me from behind while Victoria knelt in front and licked my clit, Camille sucking my breasts. They laid me on the velvet chaise and took turns, Elias in my pussy, Victoria’s fingers and tongue on my clit and ass, Camille kissing me deeply. Each round was intense, passionate, and completely consuming. They made me ride Elias’s cock reverse cowgirl on the chaise while Victoria sat on his face and Camille sucked my tits. They bent me over the wooden table and took turns railing me, switching every f

I heard her gasp as her own climax hit her, but I was past the point of seeing anything then, and I just let my body take me where it wanted me to go. I stayed lost in the orgasm until I felt Rita’s weight on top of me. I opened my eyes just in time to see her close hers as she kissed me. Just as she’d spent a long time kissing me to bring me to a state of utter need, she spent a long time kissing me to bring my body back down to normal. It was such a beautiful feeling as my orgasm slowed and then stopped and then settled into small aftershocks and finally into a warm afterglow.

he growls, now pulling the seam of my shorts back and forth. “Ah, fuck yes. Don't stop that,” I breathed helplessly, loving the way my insides burned with need. Ace kept at his current movement, not relenting with the push and pull of my seam. My breathing fastened and my eyes closed as I focused on the way my shorts rubbed against my slits. “Ah–ah, please please, I'm–” Before the words could escape my lips, Ace released his grip on my seam, spanking me right after. My core clenched and unclenched as the wave of disappointment crashed over my body.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

The contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.

Each stroke longer than the last but taking care not to go too far and pop out. It was heaven! Utterly erotic, utterly naughty and, at the same time, the most intimate of acts and with the lady that I loved. I got into a rhythm, coming out four or five inches and sliding back in until my pelvis slapped into her buttocks. I didn't need to go very fast; the sensations were already exquisite and I wanted this to last a bit longer.