Sexy Fiction Novels & Stories

He rubbed it up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness, before pushing in deep in one hard thrust. Sara cried out. He filled her completely, his cock stretching her walls. The sensation was intense after being so worked up. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her roughly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The desk creaked under her with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin loudly in the empty lecture hall. “Take it,” he growled. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? My cock inside you while you’re still soaked from class.”

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.

My skirt is hiked up just enough to catch some of it in the frame, and there’s something about the fact he’s going to fuck me with it still on that makes this hotter. "Oh, I know." Sage’s presses into me. I watch his shaft spread my p*ssy obscenely. So wide it looks painful, might be painful if we hadn’t just been fucking a little while ago, if he hadn’t just made me come again. ***** His scent ignited her sleeping senses. So dark. So masculine. Sophie dipped her face into his neck, drinking him in. It was the most intoxicating scent she’d ever smelled.

Sex is not that good that you have to cause a sonic boom by breaking the sound barriers with your high pitched howler monkey squeals. The sight churned my stomach. I just couldn’t anymore. “Zach! Autumn! How could you?” My abrupt presence ended it all. It was over. Woah, sex of a lifetime. I was trembling, transfixed at the spot with a facial expression like one who had just seen a ghost. The stall reeked of sex and sweat. I stared at them. They started back. Zachary Kings, my boyfriend of two years and fiancé of a year had his penis in the shithole of my sister, Summer.

"He doesn't treat my right. But that's what draws me to him. It's the way that he acts like he doesn't care, like losing me wouldn't mean anything to him. Like I have to constantly work for his attention. You see, so many guys have tried to chase me, but the only one I want is the one who I have to work to catch." ---- Ashton Grey She wraps her legs around my waist.She whispers in his ear. "Stay." This is my cue to kiss her. Wrap my fingers in her hair; enclose them around her neck. Hard. Just hard enough to feel her pulse, the quiet heart beat beating. She won't be always his vulnerable, this open. Right now her trust is in the palm of my hand. This is my cue to pull her closer. Place a gen

, She chuckled more but soon enough she felt her heart pump at a high speed when she saw him walking towards her . " Am ....am ...am so..", Trembling she began to talk herself inwardly but he was now near her . " What is it Rinna ? , Are you now afraid " , He whisper yelled when she noticed the fear in her eyes but even when she tried to be strong she this time failed to say anything and surprisingly it was not because that he was angry but all because he was near her . He was so near that she now smelled his sweet perfume , the body perfume which was now making her become weaker and to make it worse with the position they were in she realized that his chest was resting on one of her breast

She smiled teasingly at him, the whole while not knowing that this was her last night to live! He returned her smile as he allowed her body to grind on his. He hadn't realized that the floor started to become cramped with the amount of bodies grinding on one another. It almost reminded him of an orgy but without all the sex involved. Anticipation stained the air on the dance floor and it just kept feeding his own sadistic fantasies of what he was going to do to Sierra and maybe even Isabella!

I giggled. "You know I can still hear you, right?" Dixon stated. I sniffled my laughter before meeting his eyes. He looked at me for sometime before looking away. I feel so bad for making him feel bad, and I feel even worse that I'm thinking of going to see Trevor. "Uhmm... not that I don't like it, but the sexual tension here is getting too much," Adam said, making Dixon glare at him. He shrugged and went back to reading the files in his hands.

The apartment was quiet except for the occasional creak of the old building. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke to her hand sliding between my legs again. I was already wet. She kissed the back of my neck while her fingers worked my clit in slow circles. I pushed back against her, grinding into her hand. She slipped two fingers inside me from behind and fucked me with steady strokes. The angle made every thrust press against that sensitive spot inside. I came quietly, biting the pillow to muffle the sound, my body shuddering in her arms.

The searing burn was exquisite — every thick vein and ridge dragging against her sensitive inner walls as he buried himself to the hilt, bulging her stomach. Amir fucked her with raw, merciless power. Each brutal thrust slammed her into the velvet chaise, the soft fabric rubbing against her sweat-slicked skin. The wet, obscene squelching of her drenched cunt filled the soundproof room as his heavy balls slapped loudly against her. Sweat poured down his muscular chest, dripping onto her bouncing breasts in hot rivulets, their bodies sliding together slickly. The concentrated perfume scents mixed with the sharp musk of sex, creating an intoxicating haze.