Romantic Fucking Stories Novels & Stories

He locked his arms, holding them in the air, and my legs rested on his shoulders. "That's it, Rae! Fuck yes! God, I've wanted this pussy for so fucking long... Fuck I knew you fucked like a whore." Jeffery said, moaning loudly. He spanked my thick ass as he continued pounding me. "Fuck, baby! Let me ride that cock... Fuck... Fuck... I've always fantasized about riding your big black dick..." I moaned out, looking up, rolling my hips, working my ex's friend's cock. He slipped his cock out and lay on the table. Before riding, I kneeled and began trailing my tongue along Samantha's pussy. Working my tongue along her clit as Frankie fucked her breasts. She dug her nails into my back, screaming.

”fucking you like this…ruining you”…his eyes darkened. “Then do it”…she begged. He pushed deeper into her…more reckless. His fingers found her clit and started circling around her. She was shaking and panting…nearly crying from the painful pleasure. “Cum for me”…he demanded. And she did. It was loud…desperate…pulsing around him like her body had no other choice. He came with her…buried deep into her…hips stuttering. They both collapsed on the table. Bodies tangled. Breath shaking out of exhaustion.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

My fingers scramble for purchase on the cold marble sink as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust knocking a broken sound from my lips. "Gosh, you're incredible," Luca murmurs against my ear, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin there. His hand leaves my breast to grip my backside hard, fingers digging into the soft flesh before delivering a sharp smack that makes me cry out. "Shh, baby, you want the whole house to hear you?" I don't care if they do. Let them hear. Let them all know exactly whose I am. His free hand slides between our bodies, calloused fingers finding that perfect spot that makes me see stars. "Come for me," he demands, his breath hot against my neck. "I want to feel you come

He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust. Mila's head snapped back, her eyes rolling as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched her completely. "Ah... Roman!" she cried out, her fingers digging deep into his heavy shoulders as he began to bounce her rapidly on his lap. The motion was intense, deep, and completely nonstop. The cold shock of Liam's abandonment instantly melted into a roaring fire of pure, wild lust. Roman growled, his mouth biting at her neck, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her body.

Her chest was bouncing as well which Raphael sucked. Shaine felt it herself the building up orgasm in her stomach so she fastened her pace. Raphael was grunting as well as he felt Shaine’s wall tightening, gripping his manhood on a force. “Shit! Fuck! That’s it, baby! You’re so tight!! Damn!! You’ve been fucked and gangbanged already but you’re still so tight!” “Who’s better? Is it me or your fianceè?” Shaine asked while bouncing. Raphael cursed. “It’s you, shit! You’re the best fucker! Your cunt is perfect than her!!”

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

Two fingers sliding inside, curling, pumping. I came fast—shattering, thighs shaking, sobbing his name. He stood. Unbuckled. Freed himself. Rolled on a condom with practiced ease. Then he thrust into me—deep, hard, all at once. I gasped. Clung to him. Legs around his waist. He fucked me on the table—relentless, punishing, perfect. Each stroke hit that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. His hand wrapped around my throat—not choking, just holding. Possessive.

“Fuck, you fill me up so good.” She started riding him, rolling her hips in slow circles at first. Her ass bounced on his thighs, and Knox grabbed her hips, helping her move faster. She leaned forward, kissing him messily and wetly while she fucked him. Her tits pressed against his chest, her nipples hard. “Look at me,” she whispered, grinding down deep. “Tell me how much you love fucking your professor.” “I love it,” he panted. “Your pussy is perfect. So wet for me.”

His cock pressed against my entrance, teasing, before he pushed inside me in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The fullness combined with the feeding made me cry out in bliss. Lucian fucked me with deep, rolling strokes while he drank, his hips grinding against mine, hitting every sensitive spot inside me. My blood flowed into him steadily, nourishing him, making his thrusts grow stronger and more possessive.