Novelas y relatos de Ruthless Sex

I stare down at the glass placed right infront of me. “Do.not.touch.that!” Zale’s voice booms through the earpiece, almost startling me. ‘Tip – 1, he likes challenging girls!’ I recollect. “I am well equipped to buy myself one, moreover I don’t accept drinks from strangers” I shove his drink away. “Whiskey on the rocks!” I order for myself. “I like that attitude, little girl!” his hand on my thigh groping it. That unwanted touch destabilises my brain, as few blurred memories rush infront of my eyes. My breaths shallow as I try to take in as much oxygen as possible.

My silk blouse rips, fabric tearing loud and obscene in the silence between their laughter. The leader crouches over me, his weight pressing me into the carpet. His smile is slow, deliberate, the kind that makes bile burn the back of my throat. “You think you’re untouchable, rich girl?” His breath stinks of cigarettes as his fingers drag down my cheek. “Men like me… we break women like you. Tonight, you’re nothing but a hole to bleed dry.” “I’ll kill you,” I rasp, my voice shredded but steady. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you.”

"You don't dare, Alexander." Is he this cruel? Will he rape women like all other filthy rich people I come across. My protests, cries, screams, and curses didn't hit him at all. He dragged my skirt along with my panty down in one swift motion. His eyes turned dark while he looked at my clit for a much longer time. I am embarrassed, felt humiliated, furious, and at the same time, wet. After a brief time, his eyes traveled up to my face boring into every length of my skin. Staring into my eyes, he unbuckled his belt. "Don't," I screamed trying to untie the knots of his tie. I couldn't. Why am I so weak? Shit. I should've eaten. I don't wannabe raped. No, not like this. Cayden. Oh my gosh! Cay

"He's hitting the very back of me... his cock feels like a hot iron rod stretching me open! Vanderbilt... look at how wide I am for him! I'm swallowing all of him, and you can't do anything but sit there and watch! You want it, don't you? You want to feel how wet I am? But you'll never touch me! I'm his property! I'm his slut!" Huxley let out a muffled groan, his hand moving frantically now. He didn't even care that we could see. The room was thick with the scent of sex and the raw, animalistic power Soren was exerting. "I'm going to fucking cum," Soren announced, his voice a deep, vibrating roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the building. He grabbed my hips, his fingers diggi

Taught to Obey: Stretching Her Pussy for the Step-Father The Midnight Intruder: Fucked While My Husband Sleeps The Office Orgy: Taking the Whole Boardroom Stuffed and Satisfied: A Debt Paid in Semen The Step-Brother’s Claim: Marking Her Ass as His Territory The Frat House Slut: Taking Every Cock In Sight Double Penetrated and Degraded: The Maid’s True Calling Pussy on the Edge: Used Until She Could Barely Walk The Master’s Debt: Taking It All From Every Side

“This is private property, and I came in here to be alone.” I pulled out my phone without saying another word, thumbing through to find the video. She crossed her arms, trying to look tough, but her gaze flicked to the screen. I held it up and hit play, keeping the volume low enough that only we could hear it. Ruth’s voice came through, all breathy and desperate. “James, fuck my ass harder, please, just like that—oh god, James!” The clip showed her bent over our old couch, her ass cheeks spread wide as James thrust deep inside her, her back slick with sweat, her body pushing back against him greedily, taking every inch.

He gritted his teeth and scoffed at her. Ruth tried to claw at him. This time, her movements were even sharper. “If you want to fight, then fight! Stop being so wishy-washy! Do you think I’d go easy on you for the sake of sex?” Abel was speechless. She had lost because her skills were lacking. How did that equate to going easy on him? But this time, Ruth was serious. She attacked fiercely, and it became a full-on brawl. The fighting traveled from the desk to the sofa. After a round of grappling, Ruth finally managed to pin Abel to the sofa.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

Jace cried out, his hands flying to Aiden’s shoulders, clinging as his body was rocked with each thrust. The pace was brutal from the start—messy, uncoordinated, drunk—but it didn’t matter. Every snap of Aiden’s hips drove Jace higher, every groan, every curse fueling the fire inside him. “Fuck.....harder,” Jace moaned, his thighs spreading wider, begging for more. Aiden snarled, gripping him tighter, his thrusts deep and punishing. The slap of skin against skin echoed through the room, loud over the muffled music. Their sweat mixed, dripping onto the couch, the air thick with the smell of sex.

“Drive. And don’t ask questions.” He gulped but obeyed, steering toward a remote part of the city. Once there, he parked in a lonely alleyway, heart pounding as she climbed into the front seat, straddling him like a predator closing in on prey. “Do you want to have sex with me?” she asked bluntly, her lips brushing against his ear. He was speechless—but his body answered for him. Within seconds, she had climbed into the back seat, dragging him with her. Her moans filled the confined space as their bodies tangled in raw, unfiltered desire. Her hands clutched at his shirt, ripping it open. His mouth found hers, desperate and hungry.