Sexy Book Passages Novels & Stories

I don’t want to gaslight her, but I do just that, “Something I read in a book. We don’t have to talk about the borders of sexual dynamics. We can focus on the present, on what we want, so tell me, baby, how do you want me?” She exhales and confesses, “Slow, but hard later.” I grin, “Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets. Now, crawl to me.” Her eyes gloss over with lust. She lets Sebastian go and crawls to me. She just sucked my cock harder than anyone ever has, and now, it’s time to make her feel good. She deserves everything, and I’m going to give it to her. First, I’ll drill her softly, then harder. Maybe I’ll give Sebastian the honours.

Chia head fell back when Seb fingers ghosted over her denim covered cleft. " You're so sexy, my baby. You are always cute, clumsy and funny, but underneath all that sweetness you're so fucking sexy." Seb whispered hotly into Chia ear. Chia could feel her fiancé's hard member against her ass prominent bulge. She rolled her hips and moaned in pleasure. Seb pushed Chia roughly off his lap and dragged him to the sofa. They both knew there was no change to take this upstairs. They ripped clothes off each other all the while kissing passionately.

Sammy gasped, her grip on Rebecca's shoulders tightening, a low, guttural moan escaping her lips as sensation flared through every nerve ending. The intimacy of the position was profound. Sammy could feel every subtle shift in Rebecca's body, hear her soft breaths, and sense her pleasure deepening in response. "Touch yourself, right here," she whispered, her breath hot against Sammy’s neck. Sammy’s fingers found her center, her touch mirroring Rebecca’s rhythm, and she felt herself spiraling closer to release. Rebecca held her tightly, whispering encouragement, her voice like velvet, urging her on.

The thought made her even hornier, but she kept her hands on her notebook and stayed still. The frustration built. Her pussy clenched around nothing, begging for something inside it. She could feel her juices leaking out, making the inside of her thighs slippery. Professor Kane walked across the front of the room, gesturing at the whiteboard. Sara stared at the bulge in his pants, remembering exactly how his cock had felt in her mouth, thick, hot, and pulsing.

This moment that started as a quick sexual encounter, a desperate need to stop the pain, was now becoming something more… This wasn’t only sex… This wasn’t just… a quick fuck… This was passion, fire, emotion… This was Heaven and Hell colliding. Gripping the heavy length of his cock, Fabien guided the wide, blunt crest to the weeping center. Shudders still gripped her body, little cries falling from her lips as the pulses of release continued to clench and ripple through her sex. Pressing against the slit, Fabien eased the engorged head into the flexing entrance. His teeth clenched, pleasure searing him, making him groan.

The room is filled with the sweet scent of desire as our hands roam each other's bodies, worshipping every inch with delicate caresses. He guides us towards the bed, our lips never parting as we lower ourselves onto the soft sheets. The moonlight filters through the window, casting a silver glow upon our entwined bodies. Soft whispers fly in the air, but the words are meaningless. It's just the sound of his voice that makes my soul shiver. Every touch, every kiss made, the clothes that we were wearing feel heavy, suffocating. The sex in itself is not a rushed explosion of lust, but a tender, passionate dance, a symphony of desire that reaches its crescendo as our bodies merge, our souls beco

She let go of me and I stepped back, rubbing my hands over my cock, cleaning my off. She felt her stomach flutter and she closed her eyes, waiting for the familiar nausea to pass. She felt the warm sensation of my cum flowing from her pussy, dripping down her thighs. She stayed where she was for a while, savoring the warmth and the sensations, letting them wash through her. She felt my hand on her thigh and opened her eyes to see me staring down at her. "That's right, baby. Let it all out," said. She looked at him and smiled, then closed her eyes again. She opens her leg apart, giving me the full view of her wet juicy pussy, it seems she is feeling an unbearable heat before within. While ha

CONTENT WARNING: Explicit lesbian erotica, dominance/submission, public fingering/car orgasm, oral sex, multiple orgasms, praise kink, first-time sapphic encounter CHAPTER ONE I was nineteen, on my own for the first time at university, and just beginning to explore the sapphic facets of my sexuality the first time I spotted Sabine across the floor of some small town gay club with a stupid name. Electricity crackled in the air between us. Her striking, lavender eyes swept up and down my body like a spotlight, savoring my ample curves, tracking the gentle sway of my hips. Her eyes stopped at the apex of their second trip, her gaze resting on my lips. She slowly licked hers like a hungry cat be

I said again, shaking my head, even as my body betrayed me, leaning into their touch. Their response was relentless. Shaun's fingers explored my most sensitive spots. In a heartbeat, my skirt had been discarded and my legs were parted, wide enough to accommodate Shaun. His finger slipped into me, drawing gasps and moans from me despite myself. Seth's mouth found my breasts, his lips and tongue working together to drive me to the brink of madness. Scott's kisses were a constant assault, stealing my breath and leaving me dizzy.

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