Sinful Sounds Novels & Stories

I wish I could but I can’t. If I were truly beautiful and kind, Adonis would never leave me. He won’t cheat and damage me this way. He would have been with me instead of her. He would have- I suddenly felt weak, extremely weak. I could see the brightness dim, the voice I was hearing felt like it was coming from miles away. I struggled to keep up but I felt tired. All I wanted to do was give in. I felt someone hit me but it didn’t hurt, I could hear the noises, the hitting but it didn’t hurt. My heart wasn’t hurting. None of it hurt and I loved it. I wanted to stay this way if it meant I won’t hurt again. If it meant I won’t feel so much hurt then I would give in and I did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

And then I saw it. The headlines. "EXCLUSIVE: Business Mogul Ethan Carter Caught in Corruption Scandal—Leaked Audio Reveals Illegal Dealings." "Ethan Carter’s Empire Crumbling—Authorities Investigating Major Fraud Allegations." "Scandalous Audio Exposes Billionaire’s Secret Crimes." My blood ran cold. No. No, no, no. I sat up abruptly, my pulse hammering in my ears as I clicked on the link. And then I heard it. My own voice. Boasting. Confessing.

Completely, entirely, without reservation present. He moved down her body with his mouth, slow and devastating, learning her again as if for the first time and also as if he already knew exactly where she lived, and she made sounds she felt no need to moderate and arched into him and put her hands in his hair and said his name in a voice that was nothing like the one she used in his boardroom.

I screamed, the sound tearing out of my throat raw and broken as his tongue fucked in and out of me, lapping up every drop of my juices while his nose rubbed against my throbbing clit. The wet sloppy sounds of him eating my pussy were so loud and obscene they drowned out the p**n still playing on the TV, his chin and cheeks already dripping with my slick as he buried his face deeper. Kylan latched onto my tits again, sucking one hard nipple deep into his hot mouth while his teeth bit down on the other one, pulling and twisting until sharp sparks shot straight down to where Dylan was devouring my cunt. “Listen to you screaming already, big sis,” Kylan growled against my wet tit, his voice thi

My chest tightened. “You’re just scared of what people would say.” I opened my mouth to deny it. But no words came out. Because yes. I was scared. Scared of how fast this was happening. Scared of wanting him this much. Scared that I was already losing control. Scared of what the world would say. I was scared of everything that has to do with this sinful desire burning in my veins. Sebastian stared at me for one long second before speaking again. “The next time you kiss me…”

The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on her filled the room, mixing with her ragged moans. She was dripping for him, soaking his tongue, his chin, and he couldn’t get enough. Each shudder that ripped through her body only drove him harder, made him lick and suck and tease until her thighs clamped around his head and she cried out his name in a strangled gasp. Lucian’s cock throbbed, aching for release, but he didn’t stop. He wanted her undone, wrecked, screaming.

"Are you going to shut up?" He could hear how loudly I gasped. "I'd have you know—" My words were too muffled so I just went silent again. After a few seconds, he lowered his hand and backed away. "Do not even say I'm much prettier when silent. That's such a condensing thing from men." He started laughing again. Not the withdrawn or practiced chuckles he dishes out. Head thrown back, straight from his belly. I can't express how attractive that sound was. Focus Mia. "I was going to say you smell really good."

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.

"Mmmmhh!" Kiana tried to move her hips to meet his thrusts, but he was too strong - her rocking p*ssy was pinned to the bed every time he plowed into her. But the sensation was too much for Kiana - the loud smucking and sucking slurping from her p*ssy, the sounds of his magnificent c*ck stunting its competitor's chances as their c*m oozed hotly and uselessly down her p*ssy lips, made her moan like nothing before.

"I didn't mean it like that. I love you! I love that you're my little Omega! I love the sounds that you make.... I just don't love myself.... I don't like the sounds I make. I shouldn't make these sounds. Just like my uncle said, Delta's shouldn't make these sounds! The only people who should be making these sounds are omegas. Every time I made them he always asked me if I was asking to be fucked? He said all omega's were good for was fucking. He said when I made those sounds I sounded like an omega. He told me I was asking to be fucked when I made those sounds. Every time I whimpered and cried when he touched himself in front of me. He told me if I didn't knock it off he would fuck me... Bu