Sexy Bed Time Stories Novels & Stories

Behind her closed eyes, she saw Adam Johnson standing next to the tub. "Fuck yourself for me," he whispered, in her dream. "I want to see you masturbate for me." The moans escaped her hips as her thrusts became slightly more violent. She checked herself, quieting down in fear that her roommates might hear. Most likely they wouldn't be able to hear anything over the fan and through the walls, but it added a perverse sort of excitement to Adrienne to try to keep quiet while her passion mounted.

Lauren pov I woke up to James grinding against me from behind, his cock already hard and pressing between my ass cheeks. The sheets were warm, and the morning light filtered through the curtains of our hotel room. He didn't say much, just pushed my thigh up and slid into me slowly, filling me with that familiar stretch. I bit my lip and pushed back against him, letting him fuck me in steady strokes while his hand reached around to rub my clit. It felt good, lazy morning sex, nothing rushed.

Anthony lay beside me, both of us staring at each other like nothing else in the world mattered. There was something different in his eyes. That wasn't just sex. Maybe it was because I had finally gotten my man back. After everything, we found our way back to each other. A smile spread on my lips, my eyes fluttering shut. Anthony chuckled. “Falling asleep again? Thought we would be at it all night.” I laughed. “What's the rush? We have tomorrow, and every day after that.” He coughed, the sound biting. I snuggled closer to him, ignoring the piercing silence that followed. Today had been one hell of a day. Good sex was the only sleep pill I needed.

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

But suddenly, I felt a cold hand glide down my back. A shiver ran through me. “Mmmm… Alex, I’m tired…” I mumbled, half asleep. “So am I…” he murmured in my ear. “But it doesn’t seem like you’re planning to sleep…” I retorted. “Did you know that…” He began whispering in my neck. “Sex helps you sleep better…” He kissed my nape softly as he continued speaking. “It completely relaxes…” A shiver ran down my spine like an electric shock. “Every muscle in your body…” My entire body was pulsing now; the sleep had vanished.

They fucked for hours that night. Slow and deep. Hard and rough. He took her on the desk, on the couch, against the bookshelves, on the floor. He fucked her ass for the second time, slow and careful at first, then harder when she begged. They tried positions they hadn’t done before. He made her ride his face. Made her sit on his cock facing away from him while he played with her clit. He came inside her, on her, in her mouth — multiple times throughout the long night. By 3 a.m. they were both completely spent. Quinn lay on top of him on the couch, naked and covered in sweat and cum, head resting on his chest.

Surprisingly, the man had agreed to my daughter’s request without a hint of hesitation and the pair of us had laid down on either side of Abby. He indulged in her next request with a bedtime story, albeit a rather peculiar one. I had expected a fairy tale along the lines of Little Red Riding Hood or Sleeping Beauty, but his tale was about a werewolf. Not the most appropriate story for inducing a sleepy child, but Abby was listening with wide, fascinated eyes, so my mouth remained shut on the matter. Well, those eyes were wide about five minutes ago. Now, her eyelids slowly blinked up and down while she crashed from the exciting and scary events of the day. Soren’s voice resonated in low tone

The flames crackled warmly as night fully settled in. Mom and Dad told old family stories, laughing and roasting marshmallows. I sat across from Damon, pretending to listen, but my eyes kept drifting to him. The way the firelight danced across his sharp jaw, the way his shirt stretched over his chest… all I could think about was getting fucked. Nothing more. My pussy was aching, clenching rhythmically, dripping so much I was sure the insides of my thighs were slick.

The little girl in the bed giggled as her father tickled her Adam Hale was alive and well and was sitting at the side of his daughter's bed, he kissed her forehead and tucked her into the princess pink blankets and got up to turn off the lights. “One more story daddy please” The little girl whimpered. Adam just smirked looking at his daughter and tried to con him into telling her another scary story. “Nice try, that was the eighth story that I told you since I came into your room an hour ago. Now go to bed little one, I love you.”

she blinked. Liam leaned down, kissing her tenderly on the forehead. "I'll tell you a story, and you'll fall asleep soon." Liam swiped the screen while his beautiful eyebrows knitted. "What kind of story would you like?" Gemma slowly closed her eyes. "I'll listen to whatever story you tell." "How about 'The Tortoise and the Hare' or 'Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs'?" "These are too childish," Gemma said with dissatisfaction, quietly opening her eyes.