Sexy Readings Novels & Stories

Every kiss, every press of her body against mine sparked fire along my nerves. Inside the room, I slammed the door shut with my foot, then dropped her to the floor, our bodies still humming with need. My hands went straight to her, ripping her shirt off in one motion, the soft heat of her skin flooding my senses. Her breasts came into view, full and perfect, impossible to look away from, and I let my fingers trace the line of her red lace bra, pulling it down with a growl caught deep in my chest. “I’m going to enjoy fucking those tits,” I growled, tossing her bra across the room.

I asked, backing away slowly. He took one step closer. “Stay.” My feet froze against my will. It was as if his voice had wrapped around my body and rooted me in place. “Move closer.” Fear and something hotter warred inside me. I told myself I was only obeying to avoid his anger, but my body moved forward until I stood barely an arm’s length away. His heat radiated toward me. His scent made my head spin and my core clench with sudden, shameful need. “Look at me.”

The sensation of being between them sent a rush of wetness between my thighs. Ryan’s lips found my neck, kissing the sensitive spot below my ear while Lucas deepened the kiss. I moaned into Lucas’s mouth. Ryan’s hands slid up my sides and cupped my breasts through the dress, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. Lucas’s hand moved to my hip. “Fuck,” Lucas breathed against my mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined.” Ryan’s voice was low and rough against my ear. “She’s already wet. I can feel it through her dress.”

“You're so fucking good.” Beside them, the other couple was intertwined in a messy, passionate sixty-nine. The woman, a redhead with a smattering of freckles across her shoulders, was on top, her mouth working hungrily on the man’s cock while he lapped at her pussy from below. His tongue was a blur, and the redhead’s moans were muffled, vibrating around the shaft in her mouth.

He locked his eyes with his mate's purple ones, as he lined himself up on his mate's dick. Kil gasped as Laty slowly lowered himself down onto him. He was tight and hot and gorgeous. Kil couldn't help but stare as Laty keened back and forth as if in worship, pleasuring himself like that. His eyesight was heavy, and his senses were thundering as only a bloodsucker like he would, fully aware of every twitch of each muscle, every pump of the heart. He could practically see the blood coursing through his mate's body as he rocked back and forth, and the smell—that was what was strongest. It drove him crazy.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Ryder wasn't just using his tongue, he was conducting a symphony of filth against her nerve endings. They were buried deep under the thick, weighted duvet, a private cavern that smelled of sweat, salt, and the heavy, metallic musk of her own relentless arousal. The heat was stifling, the oxygen thin, but Ruth-Ann didn't care. She felt like a goddess atop a throne of sin, her body vibrating with a raw, electric hunger that five hours of climaxing hadn't even begun to sate.

Knowing that he would want to know what was happening, she continued to describe it. “My pussy is soaking your cock, baby. So much cum all over you. I feel amazing.” “Me too, Carla. You should see how much cum I have all over me thanks to watching your sexy body.” “Can I see it?” There was a pause. Something about the dynamic of only hearing him was really hot, but Carla knew that no matter what, she wanted to explore the idea of possibly meeting this man. This strange man who drove her body crazy with only his words.

I almost squeal in delight when I brush against his growing bulge. My walls crumble down around me, and I toss my anger to the side to relish in his godlike body. My fingers comb through the back of his short black hair, grabbing some in my fist. I tug at it, not to break our connection, but to get his sexy voice to talk to me. The one which makes my knees wobble and propels me to my limit. Pleasure surges through me as he hisses. His deep, raspy voice stirs the beast within me. “Ah… Tiffany..”

Sasha lowered her pussy onto Abegail’s waiting mouth. Abegail’s world narrowed to sensations. The weight of Sasha on her face, the taste of her on her tongue. The relentless, pounding drive of Kael’s cock splitting her open, hitting a spot deep inside that made her see stars. The slap of Leo’s balls against her chin. She was a vessel for their pleasure, and in turn, her own pleasure spiraled higher, coiling tighter than before.