Sexy Fiction Novels & Stories

Jax’s hands gripped my waist but I pinned them above his head, taking what I wanted. “Fuck, Sia… you’re so wet tonight,” he groaned. I leaned down, biting his neck. “You like how sloppy my pussy is?” I whispered, grinding deep. “You like how loud I moan?” I fucked him like I was possessed, ass bouncing, pussy gripping him tight. The bed creaked under us. I didn’t hold back. I was loud, wild, controlling every movement. When I felt him getting close I slowed down, teasing, edging him until he was begging.

I groaned slowly as she smiled. "In what way?”she asked, blinking at me. Damn this girl doesn't know what she's on at. “You would regret this, Selene,”I warned her but she didn't listen. I used my hands to feel her pussy from under,damn the place was damp. “You're fucking wet" I groaned as she looked at me,her checks flushed. " You're making me wet, yearning for you" she told me. I stood up hastily searching my pocket as I brought out a sachet of condom.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction intended for adult audiences. It explores themes of religious taboo, power dynamics, and forbidden romance. It is not intended to reflect real-world religious practices or figures. All characters involved in romantic or sexual situations are consenting adults. ✴️✴️ The wooden pew was digging into Sienna's back. Saint Jude's smelled like wax and cold stone and something old she couldn't name. She hated this place. She hated the silence that wasn't actually silence, just fifty people breathing and pretending to be holy.

It’s so sensual in here that it’s suffocating, the air is dripping pure lust and sexuality. “Felix” I whisper and he groans with his hand on his cock, the sound goes straight to my swollen clit, I’m so hungry for more. “Faster” I urge him as best as I can. We arrive at the huge house and open the door to get out; I open the door and follow after him. The second he opens the door, a cute girl is standing there dressed in a blue camisole…oh God, I’d want to fuck her too if I were Felix.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

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

"Harder... yes, just like that... fuck..." Julian’s eyes darkened, a predatory smile spreading across his face. He grabbed Leo's hips, his fingers digging in, leaving bruises that would serve as a reminder. He thrust harder, faster, his movements becoming more aggressive, more desperate. "Tell me you want it," Julian commanded, his voice rough. "Tell me you want me to fuck you." "I want you," Leo screamed, his voice raw. "I want you to fuck me, Julian! Fuck me hard!" Julian roared, his hips snapping forward with renewed force. The friction was intense, the sensation overwhelming. Leo felt like he was being torn apart, but in the best way possible. He felt like he was floating, his mind shatt

He raises his arms and rests them behind his head, and his legs part so willingly. He’s mine. And today this is my show, my way. It feels amazing to be in control. Kelly Anne was wrong about sex, just like she was wrong about so many things I took her word on. To be sexy doesn’t mean you have to wear a short skirt and bright red lipstick. It doesn’t mean you have to do a striptease or put on some epic performance. It just means being confident. Being yourself. Being sexy means being me. And today I want to be me. I’m good enough for Nick to love me, and that makes me good enough for me too.

I could feel my breath growing heavier when Max’s fingers brushed against the edge of my panties beneath my skirt. His lips were still on my neck, making it even harder to breathe, because all I wanted was to grab his mouth and kiss him hard. The more I closed my eyes, the more insane I felt as his fingers crept closer to the apex of my thighs. What if he actually used his fingers to release my frustration? What if he used his tongue and lips too? Shit. I could already feel the dampness in my underwear, and I knew exactly what I wanted.