Sex And The City Kindle Novels & Stories

MISSING THE SEXY BILLIONAIRE The silk of my sheets clings to my thighs like a lover who won’t let go, but it’s not enough. Not tonight. Not when every inch of my skin still remembers his hands. I roll onto my side in the dark, the city hum outside my window a mocking lullaby, and my thumb hovers over his name again. Mr. Karim. The contact glows soft gold on the screen, the same way the suite lights had painted his chest when he’d stood over me, shirt unbuttoned, eyes dark with that quiet hunger.

“She’s down to fuck, Brother. She’s all but begging us for some deep dicking and to punish her sweet pussy. She wants us to fill her with cum and have her uncle lick her clean.” “Fill me up. Both of you.” She reached over and pulled out her birth control pills. “We may be fucked up, but we’ll be safe about this.” I don’t know why that turned me on, but here I was grinding my cock against Kyle’s ass. I got on my knees behind Kyle and pulled his cheeks apart, just admiring his puckered anus. Fuck, I missed that forbidden hole.

CHAPTER 52. THE ECHO OF A SIN SELENE'S POV We are both panting, ragged breaths tearing through the heavy air of my bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat, and something raw, electric, hangs thick around us, a tangible cloud of our recent transgression. My body, still humming with the aftershocks of a cataclysmic high, clings desperately to his. My fingers, numb and tingling, are buried in the silken strands of his dark hair, gripping him as if he's the only anchor in a world that has just spun wildly off its axis. God, the sheer, undeniable truth of it washes over me: he is far from finished. The primal energy still radiates from him, a scorching heat against my skin, a deep thrumming in my bones.

But she didn’t want to leave this position now. “Can I ask you a question?” “Shoot,” she replied. “If sex is hard, does that mean you don’t or…” Alek trailed off, his cheeks going a shade she didn’t believe was possible with him. “Does that mean you don’t touch—” “Myself?” Camilla finished on his behalf. He nodded, and she fought back a smile. His hand had moved to her chest, slithering between her boobs without touching them. “Not really. Some of the books, um, you, um, know.” Her cheeks flushed crimson. Alek’s gaze never left her. She knew she had to say the words or he wouldn’t drop this topic. “Someofthebooksgetmewet.”

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

- Sebastian Black falls back into the inviting, silky-soft sheets of his bed. A sound of pure pleasure, enraptured in his deep, guttural grunt. Two smaller hands, manicured to perfection, roam his chest. The hands of Kellie Cardin, a bombshell blond with more silicone than morals. She sits atop Sebastian and straddles him. Bouncing, moaning, gasping, and groping at his light mat of chest hair. An irreverent session of sex. Sending long, raucous waves of ecstasy between them. In seconds, they orgasm with simultaneous moans of pleasure. Both too drained to speak, or to even breathe properly.

"Hey, brother. Early bird?" He didn't answer, just prowled closer, crowding my space at the island. The scent hit me—sweat-salted skin, that underlying musk of unwashed cock from morning wood. My clit twitched, a fresh trickle of wetness seeping into my pants. He loomed, six-three to my five-six, forcing my head back to meet his gaze. "Saw your phone light up last night. Some uni prick texting. 'Miss that tight pussy' or whatever bollocks."

“Fuck, is like a curse word but it is also a slang for sex, and sex is a physical act of intimacy between two people that involves the male cock and the female vagina for pleasure, and it can also be the process of making babies.” “So, you have a cock? And if you put it inside me, we could make babies?” she asked innocently, making me groan. “Yes.” I rubbed a hand on my face, adjusting my dick, stirring at her innocence. “Can we do sex?” she asked, and my breath hitched. “People in my book do it a lot and they’re not even married, but we are.” She looked at me expectantly. “What kind of book is that?” I asked, blinking at her.

Small town, small church. I crossed my legs, feeling the slickness between my thighs grow. “It’s not just the sex. It’s the way I want it rough and dirty, like I need someone to take control because my life is spinning all over the place. Last weekend I let this guy bend me over his car in the parking lot behind the bar. Skirt up, no condom even. I came so hard I couldn’t walk straight after, but then I cried the whole drive home.”

Emily replied. Cassandra wondered why she was getting special treatment then concluded that it was because she was new to the city and her new boss probably knew the hotel owners and had made the request. She was about to voice her thoughts to Emily when she was struck speechless by the interior of the hotel. It was beautiful, with a high ceiling, a massive fireplace, and a grand staircase that rose to the stories above. Next to the staircase was a vintage elevator behind a screen with ornate gold designs, like a doorway to an era long past. There was a lot of artwork on the walls and even her untrained eye could discern that it was exquisite and most likely expensive. The floor was shining