Sexy Books For Men Novels & Stories

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

I teased, my voice dripping with seduction as my lips curled into a sly smile. “Yes… you’re so fucking sexy,” the bald man growled, his breath heavy as he started counting my pussy piercing. “Thirteen fucking piercings,” the bald man said again after a few seconds, his fingers spreading my pussy lips wider as he touched each ring, slow and rough, making every one of them throb. The hooks on my outer and inner pussy lips and the small curved barbell through my clit were all sensitive, each one throbbing as the bald man toyed with them.

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

I brought it up to Tiffany every chance I got, suggesting she wear something skimpier and show off her body but she wasn’t receptive at all. I felt like I’d lost the wife lottery, dooming me to a lifetime of boring, vanilla, unfulfilling sex. My constant badgering made her withdraw even more, which led me down the rabbit hole until I couldn’t get off to anything other than bimbo p**n. There was nothing I loved more than a big pair of fake, bolted on plastic titties. All of it was such a male friendly aesthetic, showcasing the ideal feminine sexuality. It was the pure depravity of it all, the obvious daddy issues and need for male validation. Watching those videos made me aroused like never b

My legs trembled, but he didn’t stop, thrusting faster, his breath hot and ragged against my ear. “Goddamn, you’re so wet,” he grunted, his hands bruising my hips. He kept going, his cock sliding in and out, slick with my juices, and I knew he was close, his thrusts getting harder, more desperate. The room smelled like sex, the couch creaking under us, and I never wanted it to end.

“Fuck yes. You look like you need more than your fingers, baby.” Sophia moaned softly and spread her legs wider, showing him how shiny and swollen her pussy was. “Then come here and give it to me. I want the real thing.” He didn’t need to be asked twice. Marcus stripped fast, revealing a thick, heavy cock that made Sophia’s mouth water. It was long, veined, and already leaking precum at the tip. He climbed onto the bed, grabbed the p**n magazine, and flipped through a few pages with a wicked grin.

Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

I wanted to push this man away from me, but I couldn’t do it because my hands would shake if I touched him. Damn it. I don’t want to touch anything! I don’t want to touch his chest and let my hands feel his hard body. I saw everything last night and I can confirm that this man does have a hard and… hot body. “Oh yeah?” Max stared at me with his sharp eyes. From the way he looked at me, everyone would immediately realize that this man was a womanizer. He was a playboy who could get any woman with his gaze and words. Unfortunately, I was just a teenage girl who didn’t understand adult life very well. I felt… crazy just from his gaze!

to the door. Then I carefully sat across from him. I noticed him looking me up and down. I squeezed my legs together, fearful that the evidence of my arousal might be coating my inner thighs if I wasn’t careful. At that moment I silently chastised myself. A wave of guilt washed over me. After all, I was here to purge myself of these feelings, not relish in them. The Father finished his phone call and seemed to look me over for a moment before he started. “You’re right on time. Sexual thoughts and masturbation are quite normal, Megan. However, what you described to me seems perhaps an unhealthy interest in sex. Prurient in the most sinful of ways. This can lead to further fornication and pro