Rough Sex Novels & Stories

"Not coming in your mouth tonight. Want that pussy." He lifted one of my legs, hooking it over his hip, and slid back inside in one smooth glide. The new angle let him go even deeper. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt as he drove up into me. Our mouths met in messy kisses. Tongues tangled while he pounded away. Sweat slicked our skin. The air smelled like sex and his clean soap scent. "You like getting fucked rough by a guy who fixes shit?" he growled between thrusts. "Like knowing I've jerked off thinking about bending you over every surface in this building?"

ROXETTE He didn’t pull his fingers out. Instead, he kept them buried deep, curling and thrusting roughly, his thumb pressing hard circles on my swollen clit. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Look at you, dripping like a faucet, making such a mess on Daddy’s hand. You’re not even trying to hide how much you love being my little slut, are you? Crying your pretty eyes out but this cunt is begging for more. Soaking the sheets like you’re about to piss yourself from how bad you need it.”

She could hear the wet sound of him stroking himself behind her, slow and deliberate, spreading their mess over his shaft. “Turn around,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “I want to see your face when I fuck you stupid again.” Riley pushed herself up on trembling arms, turned slowly. Her scrub top was still bunched under her tits, bra shoved down, nipples red and sensitive from his mouth earlier. Her pants were tangled around one ankle now — she’d kicked the other shoe off somewhere. She looked wrecked already, hair falling out of the bun, lips swollen, cheeks flushed dark.

His cheeks jiggled from the impact, ripples spreading across the pale flesh. I went at it rough, just like he wanted—no holding back. My hips pistoned forward, fast and brutal, each thrust driving him forward against the couch arm. Sweat poured down my back, soaking my t-shirt, and my breaths came in sharp grunts. He moaned loud, animalistic sounds that vibrated through his body and into mine. He pushed back to meet every slam, his ass cheeks slapping against me, the hairy crack now slick with our mixed sweat. His hole was loosening up bit by bit, but still gripped me like a fist, milking my cock with every pull and push.

Rico takes them both in one fist and strokes hard. Frank's head falls back against the pillow, mouth open. "Harder, don't be gentle with me. I'm not fragile." And Rico gives him exactly what he wants. He strokes faster, thumb swiping over the heads on every upstroke, watching Frank's abs tighten and his thighs start to shake. Frank is loud in the best way--soft curses, and the occasional smug little laugh when Rico's own breath stutters. "Fuck, just like that." Frank's hands fist in the sheets. "Want you inside me next time. Want you to fuck me so rough I'll feel you for days, Rico."

Instead, it only made him sexier. I kept staring at the mark again and again, like it was begging me to trace it with my fingers… or my tongue. His skin was rough, weathered from years behind bars. His calloused hands were with visible veins and faint scars of their own, the kind that told stories of fights and heavy labor. Even the skin along his neck and the exposed parts of his forearms looked tough and sun-browned, not smooth like Felix's, but coarse in a way that promised friction and heat if he ever grabbed me.

A faint red mark bloomed across his tanned skin to mirror the intense violence of her fractured emotions. "You have every right to strike me for making a unilateral decision regarding your body and your public image," Gideon murmured in a dangerously calm tone. He took a slow step forward and closed the tiny gap she had tried to create between them. "I will stand here and let you break your hands against my chest if it helps you process the anger you feel right now."

I want to bang her senseless! Losing patience, I pushed her down my table and spanked her ass hard. She gasped. I grab her breasts and squeezed them hard. I'm no gentleman but a rough man. I will never be gentle. Hard and rough is my thing. Simply because I love seeing women in pain but at the same time, in pleasure. Whores. Typical masochist whores. "O-Oooh! You're so rough! Oh, yeah~ President----yeah~ Ugh! Faster! Please! Master, harder! HARDER!"

“I don't know how I idolizes him but right now, I don't actually. I lost appetite.” I can feel alcohol eats me up. Slowly, heat started to crawl my insides. The place became so wild. I roamed my eyes above. He's not there anymore. Where he went is not my fuckin care. “That man is so rude, annoying, irritating, beast...” ”He's handsome too!” “Yes! Handsome beast!” I second out of my senses. I closed my eyes and shut my head back on the couch. Steffi haven't come back yet. Andy went more to me.

‘Just a bit of rough, that’s all you want,’ he said between clenched teeth, his cock powering into her, breaking the secret barrier in her sex, and ploughing beyond it. ‘Yes, rough trade,’ she managed to moan as she felt her vagina contracting around his erection, her body quickly giving into the inevitable. THE END