Novel & Cerita Romantic Fucking Stories

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

when I said that he immediately put his finger in and out of me " fuck faster I am close " i said when my orgasm came out he suddenly kissed me again and he put his hand in my pussy again but now it's two fingers "fuck faster kiro" I told him "My pleasure" he said as he faster thrusting his finger to me. when my second orgasm came out he immediately took off his clothes and shorts he immediately crawled close to me then he kissed me again his lips go down to my pussy "fuck not there" I said shyly "why the view here is beautiful" he said with a smile he kissed my pussy again and he inserted his tongue and he twisted it around inside me feeling like my body was getting hotter, he was doing tha

I smiled, wallowing in those same fantasies that had only haunted me. For a year, since I turned 18, I had been daydreaming about the day we would meet our mate and how I would get struck by his manly pheromones, which would capture every part of my being and pull us towards each other. How he would hold my hands, stare into my eyes passionately, and tell me my suffering is over.

She dared not hope for more in fear of being disappointed again. "What will you do now?" He wondered. "I am sure there will be someone else to like." She lied. She was not sure. William went back to reading his book. "Is it frightening?" she wondered. "No. It is sad." He seemed so engrossed in it and read it with a frown on his face. Angelica was becoming too curious, but didn't want to interrupt him. When he finally fell asleep she took the book and began to read it. It was about a man and a monster. Both trapped in the same body. Both being each other's companions in sorrow and pain. The man was tortured. He didn't want to be with the monster that kept growing inside his body and having mo

I could not hold back the loud sounds spilling out of me loud whimpers and moans that echoed through the studio mixing with the wet slapping sounds of his body against mine. Every time he bottomed out inside me the fresh tattoo burned hotter and the pressure on my clit had me clenching around his cock so tight I could feel every ridge and vein dragging along my walls. “I am yours Riot I am all yours your name is burned into me and your cock feels so good fucking me like this I cannot get enough,” I panted pushing back to meet every thrust my body sweating and trembling with how wild it felt. Riot groaned loud and sped up fucking me even harder and deeper his balls slapping against my wet ski

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

"Swallow it, niece. Take Uncle's pierced cock down your slutty throat." I choked, tears running, but relaxed. He fucked my mouth slow, training me inch by inch. Pulled a book from the shelf—old erotica, yellow pages. Read aloud while thrusting. "'The duke bent his maid over, cock slamming her wet cunt while she begged for more.' Sound familiar, you taboo bitch?" His words mixed with the story, hips rolling. The piercing scraped my throat, cold bump adding to the stretch. I sucked hungry, tasting pre-cum. "Deeper. Read with me in your mind—'He filled her ass with his seed, marking her as his.' Gonna do that to you soon."

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

That was all it took. His mouth claimed hers with the same demanding precision he brought to everything else. One large hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her tightly against him while the other tangled in her hair. Wendy gasped against his lips, three years of suppressed desire exploding into frantic need. Her hands found his chest, feeling solid muscle beneath expensive cotton as she pushed his back against the desk. Felix growled low in his throat, his kiss growing more demanding as his tongue sought entrance. She granted it willingly, melting against him as their tongues dueled for dominance.