Sci Fi Erotica Novels & Stories

“What's wrong, love?” “Baby, I'm really horny. Let's have sex.” I whispered, straddling his lap as I placed a quick kiss to his lips. At first, Leander just stared at me bewildered, then he chuckled. “I thought something really bad was happening to you.” “This is really bad.” I breathed against his neck, sucking on it as I rocked my hips against him. Leander's hands flew to my thighs, grabbing them. His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth.

Her walls clenched around the silicone, greedy and wet. Elena began to ride it, rocking back onto the toy with increasing urgency. One hand braced on the headboard, the other rubbing her clit in frantic circles. She imagined Victor behind her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into her with the ruthless possession he’d described in every journal entry. “Fuck me,” she gasped aloud. “Victor… please…” The fantasy crested. Her thighs shook. The pressure built like a tidal wave until it finally broke. She came hard, crying out as her pussy spasmed around the thick toy, juices dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. Wave after wave rolled through her, leaving her trembling and br

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

Sinbad roared. 1..." "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The sky exploded in a riot of gold and red fireworks. At that exact second, my body went into a violent spasm. I was having a literal seizure of pleasure, my walls clamping down on them like a vice. Sinbad let out a guttural roar, sucking on my neck as he emptied his hot load deep inside my ass. Simultaneously, Killian crashed his lips onto mine, muffling my screams as he bucked one last time, filling my pussy to the brim with his thick sticky seed.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

“Taking two cocks like you were born for it.” The new sensation pushes me over the edge once more, my fifth orgasm crashes through me, I shake violently, pussy gushing around Tyler’s cock. They stand me up and press me between their hard bodies under the spray. Scott lifts one of my legs high, sliding back into my soaked pussy with deep, grinding strokes. Tyler presses in from behind, his cock sliding between my thighs, rubbing my clit and the underside of Scott’s shaft with every movement. The double friction is mind melting. Their hands roam everywhere, squeezing my breasts, rubbing my clit, gripping my throat lightly, dirty praise fills my ears between kisses and bites.

This is probably the definition of pathetic. But I don’t care. I press his shirt to my face, breathing in his scent, and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already wet. I’ve been wet since I jumped into his arms this afternoon. The ache between my thighs is almost painful now. I circle my clit with my fingers, slow at first, imagining it’s his hand. Imagining him touching me, those rough callused fingers on my skin. “Damon,” I whisper into his shirt. My fingers move faster. I imagine him here, in my bed, those storm-gray eyes dark with lust. Imagine him spreading my legs and putting his mouth on me. Imagine his tongue…

My secret words and my filthy thoughts. Heat flooded my face. I suddenly wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. “I…I attached the wrong file,” I whispered, voice cracking. “It was never meant for anyone.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I felt the faint heat of his body. “Yet you described everything with such precision. The way my voice would sound against your ears, how my fingers would feel sliding underneath your skirt while you tried so desperately to maintain your composure.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, tracing the rapid rise of my chest. “Does writing those scenes excite you, Freya Laurent? Did your body respond while you imagined me fucking you in this very o

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

“So tight. So sweet. So wet for me.” I couldn’t speak. Just gasped, moaned and begged with broken sounds. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and changed the angle. Now he hit deeper, right against that spot that made white sparks explode behind my blindfold. I screamed his name. Over and over. He fucked harder. Faster. No mercy. One hand slid between us. His fingers found my clit and rubbed in fast circles. “Come,” He ordered. “Cum on my cock. Now.” I shattered.