Sexy God Novels & Stories

"Please, faster...Of God!" "No God love, only Aahir." "Aaah..aah...ah-hah..." I let my thumb rub her clit when I realized she was close. She came a second time a few seconds before I filled her in with my semen. "Aahir..." "Fuck!" For a few minutes, we stayed there in silence, in each other's arms. My cock was still inside of her, not ready to be out of the cave he would love to venture into again. The smell of sex was emanating from our bodies, the smell of our fuck, and also of the sweat of our ecstasy. Pulling out, I got off. She was still trying to catch her breath. Though she was awake, still, her eyes were shut and lips parted. I cleaned us both and made her wear my tee. I placed her o

We heard being called. "Fuck!" Phil groaned as I slowly climbed off him. "Go win so we can go celebrate." I seductively ran my nails down his chest as I nipped at his neck. Phil hurried with his attire before rushing out the door. He went out and won his match. When he got back to the locker room, we hurried up and went to the hotel for a long night of good, hard, passionate sex.

And he’s so sexy-God, who looks that good in the morning? To think he’s just in a plain black shirt and simple jeans but damn—those thighs can crush me and I would’ve even mind. And his hands, do I have a hand fetish? Is that a thing? At least it’s not a foot fetish and this isn’t me going after people who do, y’all do you but be honest, it’s a little weird to get turned on over someone else’s feet. Christ.

The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, musky and sweet and so primal. “Fuck, Sienna… your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he rasped. One hand gripped my juicy ass and spread me wider as he pounded even deeper. “Such a good little slut taking your best friend’s brother’s cock while she’s right upstairs. You’re mine now.”

sounding guttural his Scottish accent thick in his words. “Sexy Male,” I purred back before pulling him back down to kiss me as I unbuttoned his jeans letting his erection spring forth, a moment of panic hit me when I saw the shear size of it, sensing my unease he whispered in my ear again, “I’ll make sure you are ready.”

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.

He lets out a moan before looking back into my eyes. “Ava, those are not flaws, nor are they fat rolls, they are called love handles for a reason. Not all women are lucky enough to have them. It takes a real woman to pull them off, and you are a goddess for carrying them so well,” he says softly, making me weak in my knees. I’ve never met someone like him. He has a sex addiction. Usually, men suffering from said affliction have a type and a specific fantasy in their heads. I can’t imagine I fit either one of those things for Seymore.

"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her. I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues. This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form. We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months. I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

“Oh, fuck.” The woman sucking on my dick smiled as the words slipped from my lips with a moan. I wrapped my hand around her hair, forcing her head farther down my shaft, choking her. “God damn, K. Share a little, will ya?” Teague demanded from the other side of the bed, his hands stroking his penis as he watches the chick, Sadie, deepthroat me. I grinned at him from my position and then yanked Sadie’s head back, my hand still twisted in her blond locks.