Sexy Romantic Stories Novels & Stories

My pussy walls squeezed his big cock like a tight fist, and I started screaming into the bed as another huge wave hit me, shooting my wet juices all over his dick. Callan let out a loud, scary roar from the back of his throat. He pushed his dick in as deep as it could possibly go, pinning me flat against the mattress, and started shaking violently as he shot huge, hot loads of cum deep inside my pussy over and over until we were both totally soaked in sweat and breathing hard on the messy bed. We didn't stay still for long. After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again.

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

“Tell me.” “I came for you,” I gasped. “Even if I didn’t know it. I came for you.” He thrust up into me, hard. I screamed again. “And you came back because you wanted to be ruined again.” “I did. I wanted this. I wanted you.” He kissed me like a man starved. And then he took me again, slow this time. Deep and thoroughly Possessive. Our sweat mingled, our mouths tasting every inch. He fucked me until my legs were numb and my body was a wreck of moans and slick, shaking surrender.

“Laughing, happy, wrapped around my cock. You feel like heaven, Ivy.” We moved together in a slow, romantic rhythm — passionate but tender. His hands caressed my body lovingly, squeezing my breasts, stroking my thighs, while his thick cock stroked deep inside my welcoming pussy. Soft moans and the wet, intimate sounds of our bodies joining filled the living room. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper as pleasure built steadily between us. “I love feeling you inside me,” I moaned softly, my fingers threading through his hair. “You make me feel so full, so loved.”

The ropes bit into her skin in pretty patterns, and the sight made my nipples tighten against my dress. My breathing was getting shallow. I could feel myself getting wet, the slickness between my thighs impossible to ignore as we moved from scene to scene. Alexander pointed out different kinks: a St. Andrew’s cross with a man being caned until his ass glowed red, a couple engaged in sensual wax play where hot drips made the woman gasp and writhe, a quiet corner where a Domme had her submissive licking her boots while she casually chatted with friends. Every explanation he gave was calm, but his voice grew rougher with each one. I noticed the way his hand froze at my back, his fingers occasio

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhaling her sweet scent. “I want to make tonight special for you,” I said in her ear and moved my arms downward then held her hips. “I want to worship you tonight. I want to make you feel needed. Tonight is our wedding night, and you deserve one from a fairytale book. I will make you mine tonight. Let us pretend to be lovers for tonight, baby… Let me make love to you.”

It’s sexy as hell. Call me vanilla girl all you want, but I love missionary. I love the feeling of his skin against mine when he thrusts into me. I love his breath on my neck when he explores my insides. I love sloppy and deep kisses while he strokes my insides. I love wrapping my arms around him and pulling him tight against my chest while feeling his cock in me. I love threading my fingers in his hair while he rests his head on my shoulder and still thrusting into me. That, to me, is the best feeling ever.

“Tell me how he fucked you. How deep and how hard. I want to know everything he did to you.” Richy’s breath hitched. “He… he held my hips down and told me I was beautiful like this. Broken open for him.” Jax’s knuckles pressed a fraction closer to his aching core. “Did he kiss you?” “No.” Richy shook his head, tears spilling anew. “He just… looked. He watched his cock go in and out. He made me watch it too.”