Novel & Cerita Shifter Erotica

I arch my hips against his mouth when he parts my folds with his tongue and kisses me roughly in a place I believe he means to claim for himself. “I was warned about shifter men.” I pant, stifling a moan I’m sure can be heard across the island. “Their deviant sexual tendencies." I squeeze my eyes against the sharp ache of desire burrowing into the base of my spine. Zayn’s low chuckle vibrates through me, making the sensation more intense. I want to beg him to release me from this torment somehow, but I truly don’t know what I’m even asking for. More? So much more. Everything he has to offer. Everything he wants. He can have it.

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Shifters were highly sexual, and their drive was legendary. Melody looked like a merfolk in her barely there bikini. The bottoms were almost just string that got lost between her bum. He loved it. With pictures of her secreted away, he joined her on the blanket. He was glad this spot was secluded because he would have torn any man apart who saw Melody like this. Gods, this wasn’t him. He didn’t get jealous of fictional people. But those breasts were on display and her bum was bare. He wanted both now, and to rend any man who got too close.

“Tell me how lunch felt. With her sitting right there.” Shame twisted in my chest, sharp and sweet. “Humiliating,” I whispered. “I could barely speak. Every time you touched me I thought she’d notice.” “But you stayed wet the whole time.” It wasn’t a question. His fingers dipped lower, parting my folds and finding the evidence. He circled my clit slowly, teasing. “You came so close at the table, didn’t you? Clenching around nothing while Victoria talked about her perfect day.” I nodded, breath hitching as he slid one thick finger inside me.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

she whimpered, her voice breaking with pleasure. I rained down more sharp slaps while I pounded her relentlessly. Her ass glowed a deeper red now, hot beneath my palm. I kept my grip tight in her hair, using it like reins to pull her back onto my thick shaft. The angle was perfect, letting me grind against her cervix with every brutal stroke. Her body surrendered completely, legs trembling as she took everything I gave. Water poured relentlessly over us, making her skin slick and shiny. I reached around her hip and rubbed her swollen clit fast, circling and pressing in time with my thrusts. Elena’s legs shook harder, her breaths coming in short, desperate pants.

“Show me how bad you want this biker cock.” Lily bit her lip, eyes dark with lust as she braced her hands on my tattooed chest. She lifted her hips slowly, letting my thick shaft slide almost all the way out until only the swollen head remained inside her. Then she sank back down, taking every inch in one smooth glide. We both groaned at the wet, filthy sound it made, my cum from the first round mixing with her fresh juices, making everything slick and messy.

Our wetness mixed, making every movement slippery and sexy. She leaned forward, capturing one of my nipples in her mouth and sucking hard while her hips kept moving. Belle's fingers traced my jaw, then slid down to pinch my other nipple, twisting just enough to make me gasp into her mouth. Tasha picked up the pace, grinding against me faster, her clit rubbing mine with every roll of her hips. She reached down and spread my pussy lips wider with her fingers so our clits could grind directly together, the friction of our clits made the heat coil low in my belly.

She imagined her tongue, warm and slow, her moans vibrating against her pussy. Her hips rolled up against her hand, chasing it. “God, yes…” She pressed down, fingers moving fast, slick and messy. Her breath came in stutters now. Her whole body shook with it. The wet sounds of her fingers working her clit filled the room, shameless and raw. She pulled her shirt up with one hand, squeezing her breast, pinching her nipple as her other hand fucked her harder. She was right there—on the edge—on fire. And then—

I circled my swollen clit, gasping as the slick coated my fingers. “Fuck, girls…” Ari grinned, hopping onto the kitchen counter, spreading her legs wide. Her skirt bunched up, exposing her dripping folds. “Come here, Yara. Let’s scissor; get that pussy rubbing mine.” I climbed up, our legs intertwining, wet cunts pressed together in hot, slippery friction. We ground hard, clits bumping as our juices mixed into obscene squelches. “Oh shit, yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips as waves of pleasure built.