Sexual Love Stories Novels & Stories

Perhaps it's not that unusual, but I really want more variety in our love making. She likes a straightforward fuck every once in a while, but mostly we just masturbate each other, maybe every week or so. She doesn't like oral sex and doesn't like me to touch her bottom and anal sex is out of the question. That causes me to think about sex more than a man my age should.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.

My back arched off the bed, my bound wrists straining against the metal of the cuffs. “Caspian!” I cried, my eyes blurring with tears of both pain and a pleasure so intense it felt like dying. “Mine,” he growled, his hands gripping my waist so hard his fingers left bruises. “Every inch of you. Every breath. You belong to me.” He began to move—a fast, relentless pace that showed no mercy. Every thrust hit my prostate with the force of a hammer, sending waves of white-hot lightning through my nerves. He wasn’t just having sex with me; he was conquering me. He was driving himself into me as if he wanted to leave a permanent mark on my soul.

He leaned down, biting my bottom lip hard enough to sting, then sucking it into his mouth before pulling back. "Say it louder," he growled, adding a third finger, stretching me wide, the wet sounds loud in the room as he fucked me with them fast. "Tell me you love my cum inside you." "I love it," I moaned, voice breaking, hips bucking up to meet his hand. "Fuck, Haiden, I love your cum leaking out of me, I love feeling you all day." It was embarrassing how true it was, how my body craved it, pussy soaking his fingers, clit throbbing every time he brushed it with his thumb.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

He stroked me slowly over the fabric pressing the damp cloth against my swollen clit, I bit my lip to hold back my moan as pleasure cooked tightly in my belly. Across the room Lena straddled Jordan. They kissed deep and hungry, her hips grinding against the bulge in his boxers. Ryan watched them openly, his hand rubbing the front of his own underwear while Sophia turned to me, her green eyes dark with want. The final round hit. “Never have I ever wanted to fuck someone in this room right now,” Sophia whispered. Every single glass was now empty and the room fell quiet except for the crackle of fire. Sophia set her glass down and crawled closer, her breasts brushing my arm. “Then let’s change

“Which is you, obviously.” Adam smirks, meeting my gaze. “They’re irrelevant. But… ‘love’… I like that word.” He turns on the shower, but we remain locked in our posture. “Speaking of love, I know we’re not in love, but what’s your love language?” I ask. Adam takes his time before replying. “On the physical side… I would say kissing. I love kissing to bits and touching, too. “I think you could foreplay for a whole night and cum with that rather than having sex.”

The man cut off the call, and suddenly the mistress burst out laughing that she almost stumbled on her stomach. "Two lovers gone! Awn!!" She giggled. She then sighed. "let's see how you can really get arrogant Angelo." *Flashback* The brothel was booming with music with different seductresses, men, prostitutes filled inside it. The surrounding was hue in colour with and a girl was seen in the middle flaunting all her assets. She was been praised by the men present, she was even every men dreams. Just for one night stand, they wanted from her.

Eliora said to me, "Why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he put the stars in the sky when he did nothing but break you so god damn much that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes." I laughed softly, "That's the things about love, isn't it? You'll let them get away with murder, even if it's your own." Eliora sighed, "Is that really love?" "I think we could've had something real," I confess. Not just his secret lover. "Maybe I'm wrong but I think he could've loved me." He never told me he loved me for all the years we have been together as secret lovers. Well, I told him he could date other people while he was with me. And to my surprise, he really di

Legs lifted upward to wrap around Kil's waist, a new brand of sensations washing over him from a different angle. When Kil began nursing upon his lip, drawing a mere trickle of blood out from him, a sweet euphoria overcame him, near-orgasmic pleasure dancing along every nerve-ending in his body as his very life's essence was taken into his lover. As the scent of sex grew thicker, he drove into his mate to the hilt. Kil wanted to nip harder at Laty's neck and suck hard at the blood and feel it burn down his throat. He badly wanted to mark his mate.