Sexy Romance Novels & Stories

Scarlett giggled and tried to turn and reach his lips, but he pressed her neck and bit her earlobe. "Do you want more?" "Yes," her breathing got heavy making Bobby's throat bobble. Vixen! She spread her legs. "Punish me with your c*ck, Robert... I want your thick, long shaft grinding inside me and make me go- Ahh! " She screamed as he entered her suddenly. "There... yes...F*ck yeah, baby... Go harder..." Within moments, the temperature in Jeremy's office got raised as the couple intertwined with each other. The room filled with the erotic moaning of a woman and heavy breathing and cursing along with the guttural grunts of the man.

Not that I was ever shy. When i was within arm's reach, he pulled me in and we shared a soft kiss. Ah, so romantic! But even though i was super happy, i couldn't hide my frown. He pulled away and looked at my face. Seeing the frown on my face, he asked, "what?" I gestured yo my face, "you always smear my lipstick", I sulked, "you didn’t even let me arrive!" He chuckled. I felt giddy at the sound. His voice was like a fucking romantic melody to my ears, and it made my core throb.

he requested, looking straight into my eyes. I parted my legs hesitantly and gasped when he slid between my legs. He brought his face close to mine and rubbed the tip of his nose against my cheek. “You smell so good.” He put his face in my neck and kissed my neck. I arched my back at the sensation and dug my fingers into his back as he kissed my neck again. I moaned when he began to kiss my neck more deeper, sucking and nibbling on the flesh, which sent a strong wave of lust through me. With the heated sensation I was feeling, I parted my legs more, effectively pushing him closer between my legs. I moaned even more at the feel of his hardness pressing up against my center.

Darcy, seeing him shaken, thought it was her victory and eagerly explained, “This woman had plastic surgery to look like me. She snuck into the villa to try to seduce you. She even tried to paint like me and made a mess of the walls! She knew you hated sunflowers, yet she put them everywhere in the yard. Even worse, she claimed to be your legal wife… Felix, I want to stay and be with you tonight. I want to be your only legal wife.” In reality, Darcy had been planning this for a while, using the video of her ‘defeating’ me to solidify her position and press Felix into marrying her. But after hearing what she said, Felix looked blank and distant, lost in disbelief. “What did you say? You ruine

Bet it’s still a little tight across your chest. I sucked in a breath. You’re insane. Maverick: Nah. I can’t stop picturing it. You, flushed at the table, almost biting your lip off while my foot was on yours. Heat shot down my spine. My reply was slower this time. Stop. Maverick: Bet you’re squirming in your bed right now. No I’m not. I was and my panties were wet. Maverick: Then prove it. Call me.

she sobbed, her pussy gushing juices down his shaft. Across the room, Chelsea and Damien approached the missionary statue. Chelsea's heart pounded, her small frame trembling as she lay back on the floor, spreading her legs wide to reveal her pink pussy, already slick from the room's influence. Damien stripped off his shirt, his muscular chest heaving, and dropped his pants to let his long cock spring out, veined and throbbing. He positioned himself between her thighs, leaning down to capture her lips in a rough kiss, his tongue pushing into her mouth while she kissed back hungrily, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Aria moaned loudly as she sank down onto his thick cock once more, taking every inch until he was buried to the hilt in her dripping pussy. “Ride me, baby,” Damien groaned, eyes locked on hers. “Take what you need.” Aria braced her hands on his chest and began to move, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles before picking up speed. The wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down his cock filled the room, mixing with their heavy breathing and moans. Damien’s hands roamed her body squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, then sliding down to rub her swollen clit as she rode him harder. “Fuck, you look so beautiful like this,” he rasped. “My perfect mate. So wet. So tight around my cock

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of prolonged, devoted sex. Marcus and Damien approached as the final act. They positioned her with infinite care on her side. Marcus entered her soaked, well-used pussy with a deep, familiar groan of possession. Damien slid into her ass at the same time. They held her between their bodies and moved with the slow, powerful rhythm they had perfected over forty years — deep, claiming, and full of decades of love and darkness. The sensation overwhelmed her completely.

Damien slowly pulled out, collapsing beside her on the bed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. Slowly, Damien loosened his grip on her, pressing soft kisses along her back as they both came down from the high, their bodies still trembling from the aftermath. "Fuck... you’re incredible," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. Racheal lay next to him, her body still buzzing from the intensity of their lovemaking. She turned her head to look at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "You know... I think I might be addicted to you," she teased, her voice still breathless.