Sexy Stories Lit Novels & Stories

He moved close to me and lifted my hand gently, brushing his thumb over the empty skin. I felt like I could freeze up! Grant does more with that single touch than my cheating husband ever did with his whole damn body. And God, that says everything. Everything I never wanted to mention before now, something I didn't want to acknowledge. Liam and I were… fine. Safe. But our sex life? Vanilla, too polite, and too boring. Which is probably why I found him with some one twenty-two-year-old intern bent over his office desk, fucking like his life depended on it! He was fucking her like he never fucked me.

Kimberly followed right after, shuddering and grinding through her orgasm, flooding my pussy with her hot release. We were still locked together, pussies pressed and grinding slowly through the aftershocks, when the library door suddenly opened and Leo, our private cook, stood frozen in the doorway with a tray of fresh fruit and drinks. His eyes went wide with pure shock and the tray he was carrying trembled in his strong hands as he stared at us — me on my back on the desk with my legs spread wide, Kimberly on top of me, our naked pussies still pressed together and glistening with our combined cum, both of us flushed and breathing hard.

She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired. Damon opened the door without knocking. He entered the room wearing black pyjamas bottoms. His chest was bare. Ara stared at his sculpted body. Damn, he had such a sexy shape. “Tonight’s chapter is about a cold billionaire who becomes obsessed with the erotic writer under his roof. He fucks her in every corner of his domain. He ruins her until she understands she belongs to him completely.” "That sounds very familiar," Ara smiled. "So I expect you to do a good job."

His yellow eyes shone like bright lights as his panting grew heavier. I felt him grow impossibly bigger, further tearing my insides. He locked his right hand on my neck and pressed tight, almost cutting off my windpipe. But the funny thing was how aroused it made me. The werewolf's thrusts became hurried, slapping into my arse like it was an unbreakable hole. "Take my seed." His growl came before I felt his seed deep within me. --- We went at it all night. He took me in his bathroom, on the table, and even on the floor.

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

Every touch sent warmth rushing through my body. The red lace suddenly felt too thin beneath his gaze. Too revealing. But Sebastian touched me like he admired every inch of me. Like I was something precious. Something dangerous. The storm outside shook the windows while his mouth traveled slowly along my neck again. I buried my fingers into his shoulders, completely overwhelmed by how good he made me feel. No one had ever kissed me like this before. No one had ever looked at me like they were terrified of wanting me too much. And somehow… That made this even more dangerous.

Someone fed her their cock and she took it greedily, hollowing her cheeks, tears already streaking the gold dust on her face. They never rushed. Every touch was choreographed: a bite here, a soothing lick there, a sudden slap across her breast that made her gasp around the cock in her throat. The chains sang with every jerk of her body. Lila appeared wearing a harness of black straps and a thick silicone cock that gleamed under the lights. She pressed against Sasha’s back, whispered, “Breathe,” and pushed in without warning. Sasha’s scream was muffled by the cock sliding deeper down her throat. The dual penetration was immediate, overwhelming. The audience moaned when they saw her eyes roll

Marcus set her bag down, then leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed. “You’ve grown up,” he said quietly, his gaze traveling over her sundress again. “Beautifully.” Heat flooded her cheeks, a I'mnd lower. “Thank you.” He didn’t move. “I saw your I*******m stories. Boys from school leaving comments. Heart eyes. Thirsty messages.” Lila’s breath caught. She hadn’t made her account private. She hadn’t thought he’d look. “They’re just friends,” she said weakly. Marcus’s mouth curved. “Friends who want to fuck you.”

His hands trembled, his body twitching, hips grinding deep to stay buried in her fluttering, greedy pussy. Ravion held on longer, teeth gritted, cock pounding into her ass until her body shivered, and she clenched around him with another orgasm. That was it. He came hard, roaring as his cum shot into her stretched, soaked ass, overflowing and dripping with white. They collapsed around her with ragged breaths. Lyssa turned over slowly, lying in the mess of divine sex, their cum leaking from both holes, a goddess defiled and crowned all at once. Her hand slid to her cunt, already rubbing slow, teasing circles.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?