Short Erotica Story Novels & Stories

He groped her breasts over the soldier’s head, mauling the soft flesh. They were a hydra of hands and hunger. Someone, she couldn’t see who, dropped to his knees before her. His face pressed between her thighs, his tongue lashing through the gauze and finding her clit with unerring, brutal accuracy. Elara jerked, a scream caught in the portly man’s kiss. The tongue worked her, rough and relentless, and despite the violation, her body betrayed her, growing slick and eager. “She’s dripping for it,” the man at her cunt announced, his voice muffled by her flesh. He ripped the remaining gauze away, leaving her utterly naked. “See? The slut is in heat.”

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

She closed her next page, her fingers lingering on the paper, feeling the warmth of the paint and the lingering heat of the story. "He held me tightly as his breath was very hot against my neck as he called out my name. His movement became more urgent. I clung to him, my nails digging deeper into his shoulder. While my legs tighten against his waist as if it keeps him anonymous from escaping. And then in a rush of raw, we climax together. My body shuddered as I cried out, while he groaned into my neck. He released a powerful cum that left us breathing."

“You won’t make a sound. You won’t move. Do that for me, and I’ll reward you.” My heart slammed against my ribs. He sat behind his desk like nothing was out of the ordinary. Opened his laptop. Started typing. Took a call. All while I knelt, stripped and trembling, a silent offering just feet away. Each second stretched. My breathing grew shallower. My arousal soaked through the lace. I ached. I burned. I needed. And he didn’t even look at me until he did. Finally, he shut the laptop. “I said I’d reward you,” he said, rising. “You’ve done beautifully.”

Chapter 3: Condom? – Sienna's POV Rune lifted me up off the floor without any effort his hands gripping under my thighs spreading my legs wide as I wrapped them around his waist tight. My back hit the door hard the impact jarring through me but I did not care because his body pressed full against mine his cock rubbing right against my soaked pussy through nothing now since my panties were gone. I felt the thick head nudge my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing my clit with every small shift.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

He was breathing hard against my neck but keeping the sound down. After a while he couldn’t take the teasing anymore. He lifted me just enough, turned my face toward the side window so Sophie couldn’t see, and started thrusting harder from below. Not loud enough for skin to slap. Just deep, heavy thuds as he buried himself over and over. I bit the inside of my cheek and took it. Every stroke made more cream leak out of me and down onto his jeans. My clit ground against him every time he bottomed out. Sophie started asking more questions. “So if the chem guy asked you out tonight, would you say yes?”