Sleeping Beauty Erotica Novels & Stories

Ryder and Luca painted my back and breasts with hot ropes of cum. I collapsed onto the couch, a trembling, cum-drenched mess. My pussy throbbed, red and swollen, thighs sticky, lips puffy and sore. Every inch of me ached in the most delicious way. Zane stroked my hair almost gently, his voice low and satisfied. “Good girl, Scarlet. You took all of us so well.” I lay there panting, mind fuzzy with lingering pleasure and shock. What have we done? But as their hands soothed my skin and they pulled me into a warm, tangled pile of bodies, a dark, secret part of me knew I’d crave this forbidden trap again.

She bucked against the bed, up and down, due to the movement of his hips smacking against her. He became brutal, dominating. He slid his hand between her cleavage, down to her throat, and held her there, completely arched, bent backward for him. Her breasts bounced as he fucked her relentlessly. Their movements became a sizzling, erotic dance of lust and desire that neither could control. He watched the sight before him: her smooth, glistening skin, her alluring, pointed breasts bouncing relentlessly as he moved brutally against her. God, it was so beautiful, he wanted more. It twisted his brain, making him uncontrollable.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

I settle between her legs, spreading them wide to put her beautiful pink cunt on display. She’s already glistening and wet. She knows I’m here.“You’re so pretty.” I slide my clawed finger through her lips, watching for her reaction. Another high-pitched whimper escapes her, but she remains in a deep sleep. I probably put too much Ambien in her tea, but I couldn’t risk her waking up. I have to be able to drink from her, to claim her, even if it’s only at night. I circle her clit, wishing she was awake so I could hear her true screams of pleasure. The sounds she is making right now are muffled, almost slurred, as if she’s trying to shout but can’t. I’ve taken her voice so I can take her body.

And in my moist, erotic dream Nahan moans against my neck and bites the back of my neck as he probes me through my panties, soaked with honey and expectation, when he orders: - Bianca, my beautiful one, wake up. I open my eyes and I don’t dream anymore, Nahan is clinging to my back, playing with my vagina through the lingerie, up and down. I am absurdly and embarrassingly wet, my vagina soaked and his fingers slip easily between my flesh throbbing, wanting, pulsing with him, for him, inside me. I let out a distressed, desperate moan as he masturbates me faster and harder, taking my ear to his mouth and whispering perversely:

We finally slowed down, bodies trembling and spent on the soaked massage table. My chest heaved as the last powerful waves of my orgasm faded. Mia lay on one side of me, Sophia on the other. All three of us were a complete mess of warm oil, sweat, and sticky cum. The thick scent of sex hung heavy in the air, mixing with vanilla and jasmine until it felt intoxicating. My skin tingled everywhere. My pussy still throbbed gently, swollen and satisfied.

'Yes, just like that,' she moaned, her words slurred with bliss. We moved to the bed next, me taking her from the side again, then flipping her for reverse cowgirl, her grinding down on me with wild abandon. Each position added layers of intensity, my control absolute as I edged her closer, denying release until I decided. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of this erotic dance, I let us both shatter, collapsing in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. She was utterly mine, marked by the experience, and I felt the power of it all coursing through me.

The guilt was crushing. And for some reason, my body just wouldn't listen to my mind. I was about to do something horribly wrong. I glanced back and ran my eyes over Ryan's soaked body still fast asleep. The betrayed husband. Victor’s colleague. And here I was, horny and broken, staring at him while he slept. I couldn’t stop myself. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped out of my cum-stained skirt. Naked, I crawled onto the bed beside him. My hand slid between my legs. I was soaked. I rubbed my swollen clit in slow circles, biting my lip to stay quiet as I watched his peaceful face.

I just hope she was prepared, as I figured only one sex can't save her, maybe two or three, maybe four rounds might. “We are not done yet, my sexy demoness. Daddy wants to go another round”. Bringing my lips close to her sleeping face, I whispered in her ears. I watched her stir in her sleep, mouthing inaudible words, but I took it as a yes. I smiled, an evil smile creeping in my face. At this moment, nothing matters again in the world, but my sleeping beauty in my front, she was my mate. “my mate, that was clearly meant for me”.

Alessio Holy. Fucking. Shit. I gaze down at the naked blonde beauty on my bed, lying exactly the way she would in any man's fantasy. Her soft milky skin is flushed with the sheen of desire, her rose-blushed nipples diamond hard, her legs are spread wide and her pussy glistening, begging to be fucked. It's like I'm looking at an angel. An eroticized version of the angel I stole and brought to my unhallowed hell. Hades—God of the Underworld—would have been proud, but dare I say that not even Persephone—the Goddess of Spring—was as enchanting as this being in my bed.