Skin Tight Novel Novels & Stories

Recently, she was getting used to appreciating her marriage ring, adding to her extremely exotic appearance. Without hesitation, Anderson unwrapped the envelope and peeked in. Wow! It was a little erotic novel, his eyes immediately caught by a well-designed cover of a half–naked, slutty–looking girl. With that, he smiled, raised her fingers into his lips and kissed them gently. “You don't have to thank me before reading what's inside!” she leaned into his ear, and chuckled. Thenceforth, he nodded and opened it. Before moving to another page, a black, net–like pants slipped from the novel and landed on his thighs.

The skin felt tight. “This is different,” I whispered.

My skin flushed hotter; this was a pet attire, meant to display. My palms curled tight around the fabric, nails biting until the sting cut through the fog. I slipped into the shorts. It was tight, riding up my ass, the mesh teasing my still-hard cock. The harness buckled across my pecs, straps digging into my shoulders. Shameful heat pooled in my gut, but my traitorous dick twitched against the thin barrier.

Couldn’t deal with more pathetic begging right now. I yanked open my closet, grabbed the black top, the tight one with the low scoop neck that made my boobs look obscene and the dark jeans that hugged my ass like they were painted on. Slipped them on fast, no bra because why bother when my nipples were already hard just thinking about his office, his voice, that slow smile he gave in the email like he knew I’d come running. I looked in the mirror once, hair messy, lips still a little swollen from sucking Jax off ten minutes ago and I laughed.

“Don’t be so tense. I know you’ve had a rough day. Let me help you relax.” She walks toward me, slowly, deliberately. Her hand rises, brushing lightly against my chest, and then lower, dragging down the front of my shirt. Her fingers trail over my ribs, then around to my waist, her palm pressing flat as she steps even closer, until there’s barely any space between us. I stiffen. The moment her skin touches mine, it’s like being branded. Not in the way that ignites want, no. It burns. Not fire-hot, but a sharp, stinging discomfort, like tiny needles dancing under my skin, crawling, itching, pulling me away from her instead of closer.

I could feel every single inch of my tight skin stretching, my body struggling to accommodate his sheer size. “Finn, wait—it’s too big—” I whimpered, my head lolling back against his shoulder. My lungs felt squeezed, my breath coming in shallow, panicked gasps as the sensation of being completely unmade took over. “I’ve got you,” he growled, his large hands anchoring tightly onto my hips with a bruising grip. “Don’t fight it, Nova. Open up for me. Take it.” He gave one final, powerful drive of his hips, penetrating completely until he was bottomed out deep inside my tight pussy. A sharp, loud cry escaped my throat, echoing against the wooden walls of the shed. In that moment, my entire visio