Seduction Sex Story Novels & Stories

I started driving in and out, causing the table to creak beneath us. I fucked her slow but deep and thorough at first. “Oh god—Fuck. Tsssss….”. Each stroke drew a moan from her throat. Her legs tightened around me, pulling me closer. I bent her legs back, pressing her knees towards her chest, and increased the pace. “Uhhhhh yeah. Uhhhhh yeah. Yeeeeees”. The table rocked and the books scattered around slid to the floor. “Look at me”. Her eye met mine and I saw how dark and full of surrender they were.

He had his dick out, his hand moving in a frantic blur as he listened to me describe how the inside of my pussy feels while his father was ruining me. “Jesus Christ! Don't stop, baby! Keep talking! Keep moaning!” Preston begged as he sucked on my breasts causing my toes to curl. "Tell him how the bushy hairs tickle your balls every time you slam home," I whispered, my voice a filthy lure. "Oh, Enid!" Preston roared. He lost all control. He withdrew almost completely and then slammed back in with a force that made the heavy desk creak and groan. The legs of the desk scraped across the floor with a loud, metallic screech. I saw through hooded, glassy eyes as Conner finally came on the floor, h

He laughed and picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him and he carried her from the kitchen with the dinner entirely forgotten and she did not object because she had learned, over the past year, that some things were more important than not burning the onions. In the amber room he laid her down and took his time — his mouth unhurried against her throat, her collarbone, the soft skin of her stomach — and she moved under him with the easy responsiveness of someone who knew exactly where this went and had no interest in rushing to get there. "The book," she said at some point, breathlessly. "Is two hundred and forty pages," he said against her hip. "It can wait." She stopped arguing.

We don't need to plan ahead and ruin all the surprises. I sometimes find it funny that the game he wanted to play with me was now our daily routine, even though according to rules we seduced each other only one time but after he tore those contracts like my panties on our first night it's pretty much all seduction now. Breakfast seduction, going to work seduction, elevator seduction, bedroom seduction, shower seduction, couch seduction, car seduction and I just lost count after that.

Alex detested the situation, but he had no control over Pearl. She was a natural seductress, capable of bringing any man to his knees. He pitied his father, unaware that the woman he believed to be his wife desired his own son. Alex swallowed hard, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape his mouth as Pearl continued to stroke him slowly, kissing his neck. Her soft hand moved up and down his length, perfectly wrapped around his thick arousal, as she performed a handjob on him.

A single drop of his cum from their previous round was still slowly trickling down her inner thigh, making the sight even more tempting and possessive. Fuck, Damon thought. His massive cock throbbed hard in his pants. His jaw tightened with raw hunger. “Stay just like that,” he said as he moved behind her again. His large hand reached out and cupped one full, soft ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to sink his fingers into the plush flesh. “This fucking ass is going to be the death of me.” “This chapter,” he said, "Is about a powerful man who can’t resist his young, beautiful chef. He’s married. He knows he shouldn’t. But every time he sees her in his kitchen, he bends her over and fucks her l

My chest heaved, my heart hammering as his green eyes pinned me where I stood. “Tell me you wanna suck my cock, pretty,” he murmured, his grip tightening, forcing my head to tilt slightly. “I’ll let you.” The words ignited something reckless in me, burning away hesitation. My lips parted, my voice trembling but soaked with hunger. “I… I want to suck your cock, Isaac.” His grin was slow, dangerous, like a predator savouring its prey. He leaned in, brushing his mouth over mine, teasing me with another kiss that barely landed before pulling away.

he growled against my mouth. “I missed you too,” I whispered, already wet. He started driving, but I couldn’t wait. My hand sneaked into his pants, unzipped him fast, and pulled out his thick hard cock. It was already leaking precum, veins pulsing. I love sucking his dick, the way it fills my mouth, the salty taste, the power of making a man lose control. I leaned down and took him in, lips stretching around the head, sucking hard while he tried to focus on the road.

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

Something aching to be molded. I met him in my Tuesday night workshop. "Erotics of Language"—a curated space for writers who wanted to learn how to use sensuality in storytelling. Most came in with curiosity or thinly veiled hunger. He came in with a notebook gripped like a lifeline and questions trembling on his lips. I noticed him in the third session. He waited until everyone had left to speak to me. “I—um—can I ask you something… off the record?” I folded my arms, tilted my head. “You just did.”