Novel & Cerita Santa Sex Stories

Aunt Stella sat across from me, her low-cut top revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage that drew my eyes like a magnet, no matter how hard I tried to look away. I finished my meal quickly, leaving Mom and Aunt Stella to their lively conversation. Excusing myself, I headed to the bathroom, the clink of dishes and their laughter fading behind me. After relieving myself, I was zipping up my trousers when a hand suddenly wrapped around my cock, sending a jolt of electricity surging through my body. My breath caught, and I looked up to meet Aunt Stella’s gaze. Her eyes burned with a hunger that made my pulse race and my body respond instantly, hardening under her touch.

His cock twitched violently, and then hot ropes of cum spilled into me, filling me so full I could feel it leaking out around the stretch. He bit my shoulder, groaning against my skin. “You belong to me now, Princess. No one else will ever touch you.” Pinned, stretched, overflowing with his seed, I collapsed against his chest, my body trembling but my cunt still milking his cock, desperate for every drop. Dante smirked, sweat glistening across his sharp jaw. His hands roamed my body like he owned every inch. He pinched my nipple again, making me jolt, a weak cry spilling from my lips.

“I bet you’re even softer elsewhere, aren’t you? Wet and tight and aching for me.” Sandra’s knees nearly buckled. No one had ever talked to her like this, with such raw, unapologetic hunger. Her body responded instinctively, her hips arching forward, seeking friction, seeking more. Anya’s chuckle was low, triumphant, her hand sliding further up Sandra’s back, her fingers inching toward the clasp of her bra. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, her lips brushing the shell of Sandra’s ear. “Let me hear how much you want this.”

We’ve read so many forbidden stories… we’ve come a long way with No Saints! The tension, the sins, the things that shouldn’t happen, but always do. But this chapter is different. This one isn’t forbidden. There’s no hiding, no guilt. Just a husband and his wife. A mate and her Alpha. This scene is taken from my book A luna’s Revenge, and it can be read on its own. To read Alexander and Abigail’s full story, search A luna’s Revenge by Ebi Happy on GoodNovel.

"Tell me how much better he is—how his cock owns you now." She did, her voice breaking into filthy cries. "Oh God, it's so much bigger than yours! He's hitting spots you never could—fucking me like the whore I am!" Richard flipped her onto all fours, pounding from behind, his hand cracking against her ass, leaving red marks. Her pussy clenched around him, milking that veiny monster, and she screamed my name just like I wanted. "Yes, baby! For you—our anniversary cum dump!" The room reeked of sex, sweat and pussy, her body trembling as another orgasm built.

“I'm nobody. I'm the guy everyone ignores. But watching you with Jax…it got me so fucking hard. I couldn't stop thinking about it” He reached down and unzipped his jeans. My eyes widened as he pulled out his cock. It was not what I expected. It was thick, veined, and longer than Jax's, with a slight upward curve. Holy Fuck! The sight of it made my mouth go dry, a fresh pulse of heat flicking in my core despite the fear. “Just…just the tip”, he pleaded, his hand already stroking the shaft. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit. “I'll just put the tip in. And feel your breasts. That's all I need. Please, Wendy. One chance”.

“Oh god… yes…” The orgasm hit me hard. My pussy clenched tight around my fingers. My legs shook. Wetness soaked the sheets. I lay there breathing fast. Tears filled my eyes. “What am I doing?” I whispered. “She is my sister.” I closed my eyes. Sleep came fast. In the dream, the door opened softly. Xavier walked in. “I could not wait any longer,” he said. He pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Then he took off his pants. His cock was hard.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Chapter 1: Sex With My Mother's Patient, Now I Am Trapped Sophia’s POV I’m only nineteen, but I’ve already lost count of how many men I’ve dated and slept with. Okay… I’ve not exactly lost count. Seventeen of them… maybe less, but definitely not more. Seventeen boyfriends since I started dating at eighteen—and not one of them lasted long enough to matter. People always assume I’m the problem. Maybe I am. But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand.

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.