Sexy Exotic Novels & Stories

“Let go. Soak me and show me how much you need this secret fucking.” The peak hit like a tidal wave, making my entire body seize, my muscles clenching and releasing in powerful spasms as ecstasy tore through me. I cried out sharply, my back bowing off the bed, my inner walls milking him in rhythmic pulses while fresh wetness coated us both. Jax rode me through every shudder, never slowing, drawing the pleasure out until I was trembling.

"You don't mean…" "Hot and heavy sex," Frieda grinned as Xenia felt her breath leaving her lungs. SEX! WITH A WEREWOLF!

My body betrays me again as electrifying spark of pleasure rush through me weakening my soul, and I just surrender to his unmerciful speed as he groans and satisfied his selfish needs. Minutes after the intense activity, Emilio is sleeping deeply at my side. He had a peaceful expression on his face that it's distracted me for a moment and I stared for a few seconds. He looks so angelic and innocent with his perfectly white smooth skin, long dark lashes, strong set of jaws, light red lips, pointed nose and his dark hair stumbles which complemented his lips. I slapped myself to stir away from from the staring spell. Have I been bewitched? Bethy stay focused! I momentarily scolded myself.

Still completely hidden under the covers. It’s so hot and humid under here. Her smell is strong and musky. A sexy feminine scent, not unpleasant at all. Just sharp and erotic. I shift my hips sideways so I don’t lay on my hard-on, and I dive face first into my boss’s wet pussy.

Before the arrest, I could be considered as a guy who never had trouble getting women. A beautiful face and a good lip always guaranteed the best sex. And I don't say that referring to extremely beautiful women or anything like that. The ones who had sex best were the shameless ones, and the beautiful girls were raised in homes where they learned good manners above all, and that fucked a good sex. An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Never doing the deed though, he will pull away from a heated kiss, and continue watching the movie, or my brothers will get home and shit like that always cock blocking. But all in all I'm happy, he makes me feel like the only girl in the world, he turns me on like no one ever has before and fuck he's perfect. I love his bad boy exterior, and the way he talks dirty, his kisses, the way he cuddles me, the fact that he loves him some cars and racing and him behind the wheel is fucking sexy, everything about him is perfect for me, down to the way he fucking dresses. "Thinking about lover boy eh?" Sadie shoves me chucking and I can feel a blush taking over my cheeks.

This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane.

Her exotic scent filled his senses and carnal sensations overwhelmed him. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful woman could be his mate. He had morphed into a man he was not in order to look appealing to her. She’s mine. Take her. That’s all he could think of. By Tesra, she was as exotic as her scent was. Her ice blue eyes only generated passionate emotions in him. Xikoth wanted her to be safe from Vargauz, but the bastard had used his charm to be with her.