Sleeping Beauty Erotica Novels & Stories

Greg Mrs. Harper’s fingers stay tangled in my hair as I suck harder on her nipple. The sweet taste of coconut lotion mixes with the warmth of her skin. My mind is spinning. This is really happening, I’m in my mom’s best friend’s bedroom, topless, with her moaning under my mouth. I know I should feel guilty but all I feel is pure heat rushing through my body. “That’s it, baby,” she whispers, her voice thick and breathy. “Suck a little harder… yes, just like that, you’re making me so wet.”

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

A moan slipped out of my mouth as Santa Claus bent and took one of my tits into his mouth, his tongue running on my nipple as he sucked hard on it. I couldn't breathe as I ran my hand through his dark hair, knowing I was about to go crazy from the way he was biting my nipples hard, his teeth grazing against my sensitive spots. His cock was still buried in my pussy, his thrusts almost meeting against the balls in my hole. Santa Claus's hands reached down to stroke my pussy faster, almost bringing me to orgasm as he immediately slipped three fingers into the hole, finger-fucking me. Though it hurts, pleasure overwhelmed the pain, and also the thought of this being the only way to achieve my dr

"Oh, my God..." I don't think she heard the roar of thunder that happened as she came. I barely heard it; she moaned so loudly and bucked her hips so wildly that I could barely sense the world that existed outside the covers of my bed. Her pussy walls clenched around my fingers, holding them in place. I had never heard anything so beautiful, felt something so amazing, or wanted someone so much as I wanted her. My cock ached, throbbing painfully in my boxers, precum staining the front of them.

He pulled her hips up as he binded her again so she was bent over the edge of the bed, completely exposed to him. The spanking came next, his hand slapping her ass again and again until she whimpered and tears spilling onto the sheets. But each time, he soothed the sting with kisses, with his tongue licking the heat as his voice whispered: You’re beautiful like this. You’re mine. You’re perfect. The pain was unbearable and addictive all at once as every strike made her crave him more. Every whisper made her ache to please him.

“Yeah?“ I ask and she nods, her eyes half closed. She's still half asleep and yet her body is demanding this much…there is no better woman than my queen. No more perfect woman than her!. With a strong grip on her hips, I begin to move my hips, slowly thrusting in and out of her, watching how her mouth slightly opens and her hair is fanned out on the bed. So fucking erotic. She is a sight that should be painted and framed for eternity. To be worshipped by everyone and praised forever. I grunt as her pussy pulses around me, the heat and pleasure is too much for me to stay calm and to fuck slowly. I need to take! Hungrier, I begin to pound into her with my fingers digging into her hips. The bed

The three men sat around her, looking at the masterpiece they had shared. She was the most beautiful thing they had ever seen, a perfect mix of soft curves and raw, wild energy. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips, knowing that this was a night that would haunt their dreams for a long time. The memory of the weight of her breasts, the tightness of her pussy, and the sound of her loud, messy moans would stay with them forever.

I woke up to the feeling of soft kisses trailing down my spine. Elena was behind me, her naked body pressed against my back. Her hand slid between my legs, fingers gently stroking my still-sensitive pussy. “Good morning,” she purred, biting my shoulder lightly. “Or should I say… good afternoon?” I turned my head. Sunlight was streaming through the windows. I must have slept for hours. Before I could respond, Elena pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth while her fingers continued teasing between my legs.

I just whimpered, sobbed and begged with broken sounds. He leaned down, chest to my back, weight pinning me into the bed, mouth at my ear. “You love this, don’t you?” He murmured softly. “Love being fucked like my dirty little girl.” “Yes… God… yes…” His free hand snaked around. Found my clit. Pinched it. Rolled it. Rubbed fast and rough. I shattered again. Harder than before. My pussy clamped down like a vice, pulsing and milking him. My whole body shook. Tears soaked the pillow. I screamed his name until my throat burned.

she screamed. Silas let out a roar. He moved faster. He was a machine of muscle and bone. He was using all his strength to drive his massive length into her. He was stretching her to her absolute limit. Elara felt her bones shifting. She felt her insides being molded by his shape. The erotica was raw. It was simple. It was just a giant and a girl in a dark room. There was no talking. There was only the sound of sex. The smell of honey and sweat was thick in the air.