Sexy Lesbian Seduction Novels & Stories

"Xavier, please don't tease me anymore!" He just smiled at her as he bent his head down and kissed the left side of her neck, slowly creeping down to her collar bone. He licked her skin there, getting yet another shudder from her and an almost animalistic growl from her. He realized then that this was her sweet spot so he sucked a little harder as he cupped her breasts in his hands. After a few more minutes he slowly stood up and took all of his clothes off. He let her admire his body before he knelt between her legs and positioned himself above her.

“Where do you think you’re going?” “Damn, Alex, let me go!” He snarled despite his lack of strength when the man changed their positions. “No, baby, you’re mine tonight and you can do nothing about it.” A mischievous smile appeared on his lips and he swiftly caressed the young man’s chest to calm him down. Just like women’s, he also knew men’s weakness when it came to temptation. His chest heaved with the loud beat of his heart. Bits of electricity from Alexander’s warm palm ran through his every fiber. Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation.

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

Freya asked, feeling a bit shy. "No, I mean seductive loungewear. Silks. Lace. Things that look effortless but make him stay awake at night thinking about you," Anastasia explained. "But here is the most important part: Make him crave you. Make him want you, and then... starve him. Men love the chase, Freya. They like women who are confident and seductive, but they hate it when it’s too easy. If you give it to him on a silver platter, he’ll think you’re cheap. You have to be a prize he has to win."

“You want me to...” He nodded. “Suck your nipple. Suck it as if I were there.” I lifted one breast, bending down slightly, and allowing my tongue to circle my nipple. Within seconds, it was hard against my tongue. I sucked, flicking my tongue across both my nipples and around my areolas. An electric sensation coursed through my body as I slipped my hand between my thighs, stroking my already-sensitive clit. “Tell me what you’re doing,” he asked between ragged breaths as he stroked his dick, now visible, its head shiny and coated with a generous amount of precum. “Tell me.”

I masked my expression with a seductive look on my face. "So, you still remember everything," I teased in a sensual tone, my eyes peering deep into his. "Tell me, what do you miss most? Me on top of you, or us having sex in the lake, risking someone catching us." I took pleasure in seeing his eyes darkened a shade, furrow deepened between his brows, and his jaws clenched. "Selena!" he growled, his voice holding warning and desire intertwined. "Yes, Alpha!" I moaned, biting my lip provocatively.

“That’s perfect. Feel where it’s kind of spongy? Stroke me there. Some women really like...that!” When his finger hit it perfectly she gasped loudly and felt her body go wild. “Oh, fuck...that’s it...now use your mouth on my clit and go gently, but keep steady.” He was excellent at following directions. When his tongue and finger hit the right places together it was like ecstasy in her pussy.”Fuck...yes, that’s perfect...right there...just keep going...” Part of her felt guilty that her young daughter’s boyfriend was the one between her legs, but the feeling of seducing and now teaching the young man properly had her ready to detonate in no time.

Why is he damn acting like a pervert when she was being serious? "Just answer my question and stop provoking me," "No, I didn't of course," he replied still with a smirk on his lips. She made a sigh of relief. At least this idiot didn't spill anyone's blood. "Butt..." He threw her to the bed, then lied on her. "What the hell are you doing?" "You are so sexy right now, too sexy. How could you seduce me using my own shirt and how can your hair be so wet and hot?" Her eyes widened in his comment.

✧♛✧ No matter where the big events of the Paris Elite would take place, the rule regarding our erotic hideaway will always be the same: a route that makes our clients feel like a predator before they even dominate their prey. First, a corridor surrounded by a penumbra, ignoring the lights that may be outside. It must be an environment antagonistic to the reception room, with no windows to illuminate, the dim red lights being the only ones to be on our guests that give the sensation that the temperature is 6 °C higher; then a door, with a turn of the knob that will be the only cold thing that will be touched from the moment anyone surrenders to the sensuality of the interior of the space with

she breathed, “you’ve been so tense lately. Let me help you relax.” Uncle didn’t answer at first. He stood near the desk, half-turned, silent and unreadable. Selena approached with slow, deliberate steps—like she was walking straight out of a fantasy she tailored just for him. Her silk robe hung open in the front, one side sliding off her shoulder, revealing the swell of one breast barely contained by a see-through black bra. The lace clung to her curves like it had been stitched onto her, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her matching thong rose high on her hips, the dark fabric sheer enough to hint at everything underneath. She wore heels—tall ones—that made her legs look endless, toned,