Romans & histoires Ruthless Sex

My body rocked violently between them, drool running down my chin as my holes were brutally used. The room filled with the wet, filthy sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, mixed with our desperate moans. The rogues fucked us like animals on a timer — hard, fast, and merciless. Rita’s tits bounced wildly as she was double-penetrated, her belly already slightly swollen from the previous loads. “Harder! Knot me before they get here!” she begged, voice hoarse and dripping with lust. “I want Keiran to see me locked on real cock!”

One after another, again and again, in her dream, Ruth was a different person, with a different man, in a different place, coming like crazy each time, until at last she woke, trembling from the exertion of a sexual marathon. Ruth was drenched with sweat, all wet down below, feeling as if she couldn't stand coming one more time. What's happening? I'm a virgin. I've never gone all the way in my life. How can I dream such things? How can I know what it feels like? She fell back on her pillow and tried to reason it out. It seemed so real. She had been "touching herself" ever since junior high school. She had experienced an orgasm, but never so many, never such intense orgasms, not like these, w

I'm having, probably the best sex in a while, and all I can think of Dre and how badly I want to fuck her. How each time I have sex, I wish it's with her. I wish every girl I fuck is Dre... including Ruth. *Ruth!* Her moans are getting louder and soon enough, I'm sure the entire school can hear us. I clamp my hand over her mouth to drain out her moans, then begin to fuck her rougher, pounding in to her. I can't be gentle, I'm so close. The stool rocks and falls as Ruth looses her grip of it.

I wasn’t here to comfort anyone or hold their damn heart. I was done with softness. Done pretending I was still the guy who cared enough to protect everyone’s feelings. I needed to be ruthless. Cold. Effective. So I looked him straight in the eye, already opening my mouth to say it, to lay it out clean and raw… But a voice rang out behind us before I could speak. “Well, Ryan… did you enjoy the sex?” I froze. What the fuck? Who the fuck was that?

She unbuttoned my shirt slowly, her fingers running down my torso and stopping at my belt, then slid slowly to my cock before she grabbed it with her hands. I groaned softly, my mind filled with Amelia in that dress. It wasn't what Stephanie was doing to me, but the image of Amelia imprinted in my brain. That damn dress. The look in her eyes when I walked away. ''She is nothing.'' Stephanie whispered and in a swift motion and set my hard cock free. ''Stop,'' I tried but my voice betrayed me. I wanted more of it. I had not had sex for the past few weeks and it was starting to take a toll on me.

She was teasing her twin, making her want it even more. And it was working. "Ruuuth," Sylvia begged, rubbing against her twin, her voice a soft moan. "I need it...I need you..." "What do you want?" Ruth asked mockingly. The look on her face was one of pure lust. I hadn't actually given her this sadistic, dominant trait. That was all natural. "You know what I want," Sylvia whispered, leaning in to kiss her twin. "Do you really think I'm going to give it to you?" Ruth replied, pulling away from the kiss. "Do you really think I'm going to let you cum?"

He adds his thumb on my clit. Flicks. Slow. Torturous. My toes curl. The orgasm builds so tight I’m shaking. Ready to burst but he pulls away and slaps my pussy again. I scream. Frustrated. Wild. “Please.” “You’ll come,” he says, “but not from fingers.” He grabs my hips. Pulls me to the edge of the bed and slams into me in one thrust. Deep. Thick and Ruthless. I scream and come instantly. It’s not gentle. It’s not soft.

"Don't start games you can't finish, Isabella." "Who says I can't finish them?" The words were out before she could stop them. Alexander's pupils dilated, and his hand slid higher on her thigh. "Careful what you wish for," he growled softly. "I might just take you up on that challenge." A camera flash went off nearby, capturing what would probably look like an intimate moment between lovers. In reality, it was a declaration of war. Game on, Mr. Kane.

But Evelyn only grew louder, her composure slipping into something raw, wild. “I am power!” she screamed. “I am the reason this country worships the Caldwell name! Every single one of you—” her gaze swept the room “—feeds off the scraps of my table. You want to erase me? You can’t. I am untouchable.” Richard, frail in his wheelchair, raised his head. His voice rasped, but it carried: “No, Evelyn. You’re already finished.” The room went silent. She spun on him, eyes blazing with hatred. “You worthless shell! You’d dare betray me after everything I gave you?”

Wasn't helping that fact that I… nope, not now. So I only tried as hard as I could to maintain eye contact when I said "Ruin me. Fuck me until I forget my own name, I want your cock inside of me until I cu– Ah" I let out a cry of pleasure when Savaş rammed inside my already sore pussy in one go, getting buried inside me to the hilt as I clenched around his huge pulsing girth while he was still not moving and I barely pushed back against him before he started pounding inside me, roughly, quickly and savagely.