Novel & Cerita Rough Sex

“No, I'm not having sex with you.” “Why not?” “Ew.” “Am I ugly?” “Inside, yes.” “Oh, so I'm fucking gorgeous on the outside?” “I didn't say that at all.” “You're really deflating my ego.” “I doubt it,” Roxie said as she watched a family of deer move across the river, “You're too full of yourself.” “You'd like to be full of me.”

I braced my hands, pushing back to meet him, loving the raw force. "Harder! " I begged, voice ragged. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, other hand on my hip, his fingers digging bruises. “ You like it rough, huh? Taking a stranger's cock in a filthy alley." His words made me clench tighter, building the pressure, sweat slicked our skin, This is what I needed, no fucking romance, just pure raw fucking, his cock hits so deep, rubbing that spot over and over, and I know am going to come soon.

I typed fast, pulse already hammering. First search: amateur gày blowjob compilation. Too soft. Skipped. Next: raw breeding bareback. Closer, but still not it. I muttered under my breath, scrolling thumbnails. “Come the fück on… give me something filthy.” “Rough gày dom/sub… no, too staged.” Cursor hovered. “Fück, prison shower scene? Lame.” Clicked anyway. Watched ten seconds of bad lighting and fake grunts. Closed the tab. “Shít. Useless.”

I finally spotted a rugged man, covered in grease, crawling out from under a wrecked car. I blushed instantly, not because of how dirty he was, but because he exuded a raw, masculine energy that was hard to ignore. He was wearing only a tight white tank top, probably to stay cool while working, which made his muscular build even more pronounced. Sweat dripped down his tanned skin, soaking into his shirt and highlighting the firm contours of his chest. The sight was undeniably captivating. He twisted open a bottle of water and drank deeply, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with each gulp.

Rook walked out fully dressed in a plain black tee and combat trousers, hair still damp from a quick shower, leaning casually against the bedframe like he hadn’t been listening to every breathless cry and rhythmic creak of springs through the shared wall. “Happy?” he asked. Tone flat, unreadable, impossible to interpret. “Very.” She stretched languidly, unashamed, letting the sheet slip low over her ribs to expose skin still pink and tender from Theo’s beard and fingers. Rook pushed off the frame, knelt on the mattress between her spread legs before she could even register movement. He dragged the sheet roughly away, baring her completely, spreading her wide with heavy, hands, inspecting her

I rocked up moaning loud “Move please move fuck me hard” He pulled back almost out then slammed back in setting a punishing rhythm hips snapping skin slapping wet and obscene every thrust dragging over my G-spot making me see stars “Like this huh you love getting fucked rough my cock owning your cunt” “Yes oh god yes” I wailed nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks “Harder Jax fuck me harder make me scream” He hooked my legs over his shoulders folding me in half the angle deeper devastating every plunge hitting my cervix with a delicious ache “Scream for me then baby let me hear how much you love my dick”

Shame burned my cheeks even as my body trembled. He did not give me time to recover. Theo flipped me onto my stomach and pulled my hips up. He entered me in one deep thrust, filling me completely. His movements were rough , each thrust claiming me as his. One hand fisted in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Say it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me who you belong to.”

Aiden stepped closer now, his cock leaking as he watched his girlfriend beg to be turned into a human fucktoy. “Time to break her completely,” Louis snarled. “Quadruple this rotten slut.” They lifted her trembling body and impaled her in one brutal motion. Theo and Marcus forced both their thick cocks into her already prolapsed pussy, stretching the ruined walls to grotesque limits. At the same moment, Jax and Kai slammed their shafts deep into her asshole—quadruple penetration tearing her lower holes apart. The obscene bulges in her belly were massive, cocks rubbing and fighting for space inside her.

His nails dug into Jax’s broad shoulders, leaving red scratches across the muscle. “That’s right,” Jax growled, biting down on Alex’s neck hard enough to leave a dark hickey. “Scream for me. Let the empty building hear what a slut you are.” He shifted positions again, turning Alex around and pressing him face-first into the tiles once more. This time Jax showed no mercy — brutal, animalistic pounding that shook Alex’s entire body. His ass rippled with every violent impact. Jax reached around and stroked his cock roughly, forcing another dry, shattering orgasm from the exhausted freshman.

I was born frail and sickly, with barely enough strength to draw breath. I could hardly take two steps without coughing up three mouthfuls of blood. When I was seven, a beggar tried to snatch a spoiled bread roll from my hand. I collapsed, convulsing and foaming at the mouth. He was so frightened that he fled the capital that very night. When I was ten, a thug tried to shake me down for protection money. I spat black blood in his face. The authorities mistook him for a murderer and locked him up for a decade. Everyone kept their distance, afraid I would collapse, and they would be blamed. Then they discovered I was the missing daughter of Marquis Elmwood. The moment I returned to the