Sexy Exotic Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 52. THE ECHO OF A SIN SELENE'S POV We are both panting, ragged breaths tearing through the heavy air of my bedroom. The scent of sex, sweat, and something raw, electric, hangs thick around us, a tangible cloud of our recent transgression. My body, still humming with the aftershocks of a cataclysmic high, clings desperately to his. My fingers, numb and tingling, are buried in the silken strands of his dark hair, gripping him as if he's the only anchor in a world that has just spun wildly off its axis. God, the sheer, undeniable truth of it washes over me: he is far from finished. The primal energy still radiates from him, a scorching heat against my skin, a deep thrumming in my bones.

It’s not that I am not stronger, but I’m taken by surprise by her confidence. How can someone be sexy, assert dominance and sound cute all at once? “Why can’t you?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs temptingly. “It won’t take long.” “Xenie said.” She looks sad and blinks at me as she reaches over, brushing her fingers down my cock before she slips it back into my pants. “Keep her happy so I can come play again.” I smirk at that. “I will try, but she is a little crazy.” I tease, knowing that my Dragonette can hear me.

Sweat trickled down our bodies, mingling with the intoxicating scent of sex that hung in the air. I couldn't get enough of her. The way she moved, the way she surrendered to the raw intensity of our connection—it was addictive, driving me to push her limits further. My hand ventured between us, fingers delving into her wetness, navigating the slick folds with a desperate urgency. The primal instinct to possess her overwhelmed all reason, pushing us to the brink of madness.

Alpha Alain released all of him inside Sasha, plunging and driving right to his hilt. Sasha let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Ansel found himself echoing it as well. Alain’s mouth became full of Ansel’s seed. But Sasha’s silken, blazing heat still gripped him, as if his beast does not want to claw its way out yet. Her body was so perfect, fitting right for him. But Ansel’s cock…so this is why Razel and Apollo sometimes fucked each other. Like Sasha’s blazing heat, Ansel remained his leash around his neck—or more precisely, around his tongue and mouth.

he growled, hand fisting her hair to arch her neck. “I’m his,” Sasha rasped to the room. “Only his.” Victor rewarded her with a brutal pace that had her toes curling, another climax building impossibly fast. When it crested, he pulled out and spun her around, forcing her to her knees. The troupe closed in. Cocks, fingers, the slick silicone of Lila’s strap-on; they painted her face, her breasts, her tongue with release until she glistened under the harsh fluorescents.

but like I said, it’s a craze. Yet there I was, looking absolutely nothing like a lady. Why don’t we have mirrors in bathroom stalls, that way I wouldn’t have to guess how disheveled I look. Even the thought of it seemed to fuel my sex craze. My pace picked up, so much that I could feel my legs shaking from the effect. “Yessssss…yessss ... .please” I panted out loud, as I felt myself getting closer. And just like that, the fireworks exploded inside me, accompanied by what I could only describe as an animalistic growl.

His tongue licked her to where her folds were. “You like it twisted like that?” Sebastian lifted her legs and parted her even further apart for him. “Play your part of the virgin maiden whose about to lose your precious body to a sadistic man.” “Are you as sex crazy as the rumors say?” Stella inhaled deeply. At that moment something in her mind said that she didn’t mind. She wanted to be roughened up just like the gossip had speculated about him. She didn’t mind for he was so damn hot. He could give her one hell of a night to remember as well. He was handsome, sexy, and those ripping muscles with that dick bobbing it’s head at her was going telling her he could satisfy her desire. Having suc

She trembled at his touch, her honey dripping even more. Turning, she stared at Scott, noticing how he watched her over the top of his cards. And then Damien, who stared at her with an expression she couldn’t make out. He seemed as sinister as ever, but also something else; something akin to pride masked his face, and it made her sex throb even more. She couldn’t explain it. While she wanted someone like Scott in her life, she also wanted Damien. She wanted what she had always seen as normal, but she also wanted the unexpected, the risky. The sexual. Damien was pure sex.

She moaned softly, rubbing my cum into her skin like it was the most precious thing in the world. We lay there afterward, breathing hard, bodies pressed together. Covered in sweat and each other. Isabella kissed me softly. Tenderly. “This is our secret,” she whispered against my lips. “Our beautiful, filthy secret.” I held her close, knowing we were both completely addicted.

I manage to ignore Felix’s pine-sweet scent, forcing it out of my mind as I conjure up the dark smokines of the man I really want. When I slide my soaking core on top of Felix and ride him roughly, bouncing up and down whilst he whispers sweet nothings I think of dark eyes and bonfires. I beg Felix to grab my tits, roughly pulling down the sequin top for them to spill out of my neon pink bra. He fondles them gently, useless. I want them bitten, tormented and bruised with sucking just how I know Dex would.