Sex And Rage Book Novels & Stories

LYSSANDRA My orgasm burns through me like a wildfire. I explode around Erden, sinking my teeth into his shoulder to muffle the scream wracking my body. My body trembles and shakes as I ride the last pulse of pleasure out of my wrecked body. We're both breathing like we've run a marathon, and there's sparks exploding behind my eyes. Erden flips me onto my back, and rams into me a few more times. “Fuck, Lys,” he says. “You feel so damned good when you're wet around my cock like this.”

"Don't worry, I had a blast. Like I said before, I like it when Temptress Beth takes over." "Still, I hope I didn't hurt you," Beth said. Sarah twirled a lock of blonde hair in her fingers as Beth began to kiss her chest affectionately. "You said something takes over?" Beth sucked a nipple into her mouth and nodded. "I guess you could describing it like being really angry and seeing red. Like when a rage takes over and you just want to beat the crap out of something. It's like that, except with sex, and multiply it by a hundred."

Anaya nods, and for some reason, it sent her crazy, she knows it did. "I am going to fuck you, right now quick and hard to get that damn crazy anger out of you. Then later, god, this dress is getting ripped." Anaya screams as his body moves, pushing hers against the wall causing a thud. His hand lifts her legs, so they wrap around him. His hand pulls her underwear off as his mouth kisses down her neck.

CHAPTER 51. THE RELENTLESS STORM SELENE'S POV "Fuck, fuck." The word tears from my throat, a raw, ragged sound, yet it’s drowned out, absorbed by the relentless rhythm of his body against mine. I’m crying out loud, guttural pleas, desperate whimpers, but he doesn’t give me a chance to breathe, not even a single, fleeting gasp. He moves faster, a primal force, pounding into me, slamming his hips against mine with an unyielding power that leaves me breathless and utterly consumed. The sound of our skins, slick with sweat and desire, is getting louder, a wet, rhythmic slapping that echoes through the room. It’s much, *much* wetter than before, a lewd, visceral symphony that reverberates through

“No one’s ever put it like that before. Not my exes. Not even my therapist.” “Most people don’t think about sex as anything more complicated than missionary versus doggy style.” He shrugged. “But you saw my nightstand. That’s just the shallow end of the pool.” “Should I start with Fifty Shades of Grey?” I asked, my voice half teasing, half desperate. “No.” He laughed, a warm rumble. “That’s terrible research. If you want to learn, I’ll give you better books.” “BDSM?” “Sexuality. Behavior. Safe practices. Power dynamics. Consent.” His hand slid higher, cupping my hips, pulling me down so that his arousal pressed hard against the slick heat at my center. His face hovered inches from mine. “Kno

"No, I won't, even if you ask and I like your little titties." Kate blushes right down to her chest, "Thank you." She gets up and walks around the room as she talks, nervous, "I had a man on the other side, older, he was my first and I discovered I liked sex a lot, couldn't get enough. Then his wife caught us, and I had to leave. Sean got me this job; I owe him everything. But I was so fukin' horny all the time." "I understand. My ex-wife was a sex freak. We did it all the time, all over. But I wasn't enough. She got caught in a sixty-nine with a high school senior. We were both teachers and both got fired and blackballed."

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

“And most people just skim between the sex scenes, anyway, in these types of books.” Gregory laughed, losing his breath. “Most people don’t have your absolute focus on sex, Vixen.” “Shame, that. If everyone focused on getting off, they wouldn’t get into all other sorts of strife,” she was teasing him. “Do you want me to tell you a real porn story, rather than one from a book?”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

You have to be punished. He perked up at the mention of punishment and rubbed himself furiously with the bath sheet that Kate threw at him. She walked into the bedroom ahead of him, cracking the whip as she went. I’m enjoying this, she thought. Does this mean this is my true sexual persona? Am I a power-hungry, lust-crazed dominatrix? She caught sight of herself in the mirror. No, she decided, this isn’t really me, but I am enjoying it. And that’s partly because I’m angry at what this man stands for. And anger can do funny things to ‘you. Like fear, it makes the adrenaline churn through your body. It can sweep along other emotions in its wake, turning it into a melange of conflicting desires