Short And Sexy Novels & Stories

He teased her with his hands, teased her and coaxed her and urged her until nothing else matters but the exquisite tension building inside her. “ Hayden please hurry ” she said in a whisper, suddenly sounding desperate. Her fingers into his dark pitched hair ” hayden please ” This was what it was supposed to feel like, she thought to herself, dazzle with the discovery. She had never knew how intoxicating sex could be. “ I want to take you very slowly, there is no need to rush since you are my wife ” “ No ” she said fiercely , suddenly tugging at Hayden’s shoulder “ Hayden please ” The man let out a soft laugh, the deep sound of it did nothing but to aroused Isabella the more. She reached do

The subtle scent of rain-kissed air mingled with the faint aroma of desire, creating an intoxicating blend that enveloped them. “And you want me to fuck you here, huh!” His words were a playful challenge, igniting a fire within Lena that mirrored the storm raging outside. With a confident yet tantalizingly slow movement, he began to lower his pants, his gaze never leaving hers. Each inch of fabric descending felt like a countdown to ecstasy, building the tension between them to an almost unbearable level.

"Are you alright now?" "I hope so," Indianna murmured. "Indie, do you know what I want to know?" Sasha said, smirking at Indianna. "What?" "What's Greyson like in bed?" Sasha said and Indianna choked on her own spit. "He's the dominant type, isn't he? It's not 50 Shades of Grey shit, is it? That stuff is just nasty." "Sasha!" Brooke gasped and laughed loudly. "You can't ask that!"

The woman matches my own strength and skill which only makes me more attracted to her and curious on her background. She began walking outside and at a regular pace but what slowed her down was her short legs clearly so I managed to stride in front of her and annoy her. She was irritated. Her frustration gave me a moment to look at her. She wore a black top with her cleavage revealing and these short shorts paired with a blue denim jacket overall and black platform boots. She was hot and confident. No wonder she could make men fall at her knees. What scared me is that she could make me fall on my knees.

Her eyes have turned a shade darker than usual, while she was glaring at me with such intensity that I had this maddening urge to kiss her on the lips. 'You sure Price, you don't want another punch turning your sexy jaw royal blue?' My alter ego whispered and I glared at this sudden gloating side of me. It emerged when I was in the worse of my moods but best of my intentions. It would make me a male chauvinist. I could care least infront of my lady devil. I grinned at my then conscience and took in Serena's outfit: dressed in printed shorts, with a yellow sleeveless top, she appeared ethereal. Her toned white legs were on display ,made her nothing less than a magazine model. Her messy curls

I snarl. Her laugh is low, throaty, maddening. “Too late for that, love.” Something cold and metallic presses into my ribs. I look down. She’s holding another weapon. A small, wicked-looking pistol, already cocked. Her grin widens. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we?” The cold press of the gun is sharp, precise, like Celeste herself. Her eyes glitter like broken glass, her breath brushing across my face, sickly sweet and intoxicating in the worst way.

In my fantasy, Steven growled against my ear, voice low: “You’ve been teasing me for years, baby girl. Parading around in these shorts, bending over where I can see that pretty pussy. This tight cunt is mine now.” I whimpered, pushing the tip of my finger into my ass while the other hand drove deeper into my pussy. The fullness was overwhelming. My thighs trembled, sweat slicked my back, and the T- shirt bunched up my breasts. I could feel my nipples hard and aching, rubbing against the sheets with every movement. I flipped onto my back again, spreading my legs wide, knees almost to my shoulders. The position left me completely exposed and vulnerable, just like I wanted to be for him.

Slurp… gluck… gluck “God, you’re so tight,” Jason panted, his hips slapping against me. “Feels even better than the car… ahh fuck.” Sean rocked gently into my mouth, his hand in my hair. “That’s it, baby. Take both of us. You look so fucking good with our cocks in you like this.”

MY REUNION SEX AT THE BEACH 2. I dropped without hesitation, the sand cool under my knees. Kai shoved his board shorts down, and his cock sprang free. Thick, veined, already glistening at the tip. It was bigger than I remembered, heavy and flushed dark. The scent of him—musky, masculine, mixed with ocean—made my mouth water.

Fuck Damnit how was she so fucking sexy? She turned around to come into the room and I quickly looked back at my phone but I had to lay on my right side in order to adjust myself and reduce the arousal I felt. But it felt more difficult when her sweet scent diffused through the air. I had the urge to just forget everything, grab her and kiss her lips till they were numb. I felt like running my fingers through her fine long ginger hair, down her beautiful body and appreciating each inch with my fingers. But I couldn't and I shouldn't, because that was not how it was supposed to be like. She got up from the bed to leave and I watched her till she was out of sight.