Sexy Novels Novels & Stories

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.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, group sex (MMF), and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised—triggers for size difference, intense power play, and heat-induced frenzy. CHAPTER ONE "I fucking need it," Selene was begging as she flailed around on the floor, touching herself intimately. "I fucking need a cock now," she demanded. She looked crazed with lust as her eyes devoured the two wolves, licking her lips as she continued to paw roughly at her own flesh. In fact, just moments before, she had spread her thighs wide open to give them a show as she jammed several fingers up inside herself and mewled with

Elena's n*****s hardened as his knuckles travelled lower over them. Fuck it… She wanted to be his good girl, but in a bad way. “Yes.” She breathed. Ryan moved to turn off the shower, encasing her with his broad, soaked body. Her own body came fucking alive with him so close, breathing in his scent. She was so fucking needy for something she had had over and over again, and yet, here she was, already wet and ready again. His eyes trailed to her neck. “Whose good girl are you?”

Her tan legs are long and look so smooth and I have images of me burying my face between them flash through my mind, I have to try and subtly shift so I can hide my hardening cock but I’m not sure how successful I am when Selina glances at me with a confused smile on her face. At around midnight, we are all yawning and decide it’s time for bed. Clarissa and Selina head for Clarissa’s room and I head for my bedroom, my cock is still rock hard and is throbbing and in desperate for some relief. I close my bedroom door, boot up my computer and load some schoolgirl p**n. I’m watching a teen girl in a schoolgirl outfit getting fucked hard from behind when I hear a moan that isn’t coming from the s

Maddox watched, stroking himself, his earlier shame replaced by a dark, captivated hunger. Hannah's big breasts swayed above me. I leaned up, taking one nipple in my mouth, suckling hard as we moved together. The friction, the sight, the sheer audacity of it all brought me to another shattering climax, my body bucking beneath hers. She followed seconds after, her cries mingling with mine. We were a sweaty, panting pile, me, Hannah, and Maddox now beside us, when the sound that shattered the fantasy cut through the heavy air.

“Taking everything we give you. My perfect dirty little planner.” Sasha moved between my spread legs and started licking me again, cleaning the mixed cum from my pussy and ass. Every swipe of her tongue made me jerk. My nipples were so sensitive that when Dominic leaned down and sucked one hard into his mouth, I cried out and grabbed his hair. “These nipples are mine tonight,” he growled, biting down. “So fucking pretty when they’re red and swollen like this.” Sasha pushed two fingers inside me while she sucked on my clit. “She’s still so wet. This breeding cunt just keeps getting wetter.”

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.

The disdain in my voice shocked even me. He growled and enclosed his large hands on the left-over skin I couldn’t hold. A whimper left my lips. Unlike my previous caress, his strokes were fierce. Each pull made my knees weaker. Why did it feel so good? It had to be his pheromones. It had been some time since I had sex. Having sex with some random chick or guy was never my thing. It felt uncomfortable being in the presence of alphas and omegas alike. Ryder never liked my abstinence. He tried to set me up on any and everyone. I often canceled. My libido was non-existent anyway.

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.