Spicy Fanfics Novels & Stories

Ever since I told her about my feelings, she's been giving Sebastian all sorts of ridiculous pet names. She rolled her eyes at me. "Papa Seb isn’t my type, okay? Guys like him? They're destroyers in bed. I’m telling you, your kitty would be in for a wild ride if you ever went there. He screams fast and rough. Not my thing—I’m more into the slow and sensual types, the ones who take their sweet time but know how to hit all the right spots," she said, getting all dreamy. My eyes widened at her bluntness. "Girl! Your mouth is too much!" I smacked her on the shoulder and looked around to check if anyone was nearby. Thank goodness we were in the lingerie section and no one else was around.

My Wife's Dirty Fantasy (6) In the days after that Christmas night out, I couldn’t stop thinking about Grace and Jordan. I kept thinking about how far they’d already gone—him sucking her tits in the car, fingering her in the back of a taxi, her on her knees, sucking his cóck like it was nothing. It was insanely hot, and dangerous as hell.

"Next time, you're coming with me to care for my mom." "And miss out killing a vampire named Spyke." "Like from Buffy?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "With a Y not an I." "You're kidding?" Abigail laughed. "Don't distract me. I am horny, and you are not killing the mood with talk of ridiculous vampire names." "Deal," Damien agreed before his lips sucked at her neck. "Oh, I need you to eat me out," Abigail moaned. "I've been so wet waiting for your flight to land and for you to get home. It was so hard not taking care of myself."

The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with her broken moans and his rough, animal grunts She could feel every thick inch of him as it stretched her wide, hitting deep, owning every part of her. The pressure built impossibly fast. It shouldn’t have been possible after three shattering orgasms, but her body didn’t care about logic. It just wanted more. It needed more. A sharp crack split the air as his palm landed hard on her right cheek. Charlotte jolted forward, her inner muscles clamping down so tight he hissed through his teeth. “Oh… I love what you just did with your pussy” he growled, spanking her harder again, the sting blooming hot across her skin. “Your body

I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but their words barely registered. The tentacles kept teasing me, flicking my clit and sucking my nipples. Another one wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while two more slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard. "Oh fuck...." I whispered, squirting in messy arcs while the tentacles kept moving inside me, never slowing down. The figure leaned closer, its silver eyes glowing. “Your friends are getting closer. Try to stay quiet, Sophia. Or maybe you want them to find you like this — tied up, squirting, being used by me."

“You want my tongue instead? Want me to bury my face between these pretty thighs and drink every drop?” Lydia shivered violently, a needy whimper escaping her throat. “Julian must not know this… oh my god, I’m— I’m—” “Yes, your sweet, clueless boyfriend can never know how his girlfriend is getting finger-fucked senseless by her best friend,” Mila purred, kissing along Lydia’s jaw before claiming her mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. Their tongues tangled, wet and urgent. When they broke apart, a string of saliva connected their lips. “But can he really blame you? You’ve been starving, Lydia. Starving for someone who actually knows how to wreck this pussy.”

when I reached for spices. I’d also done something else. When Claire wasn’t looking, I’d slipped a generous pinch of the ghost pepper spice mix Ethan loved into her serving of the sauce. The same spice she’d always complained about at family dinners—“too hot, too much, I can’t handle it.” She would always say. She hated it while He adored it. I smiled sweetly as I plated her food. Lunch started politely. Claire complimented Ethan’s cooking, laughed at his jokes, touched his forearm when she spoke. Every time her fingers grazed him, my stomach twisted with something dark and possessive.

“Fuck, so much tighter than my wife’s pussy.” “This is what you get for being a jealous little bitch under my desk.” Jayden grunted. The imagined thrusts were savage as Jayden pounded him mercilessly, hips slapping loudly against Sebastian’s ass, the desk creaking under them. Every drag out pulled at his rim, leaving it puffy and slick, only for Jayden to drive back in, grinding right against his prostate. Pleasure exploded through Sebastian’s body in the fantasy, his own cock leaking rivers of precum onto the floor as Jayden railed him.

It’s like a stare competition across the dinner table, and somehow Mia never seems to notice. Everyone was back home, and the throbbing began. Chloe can’t shake her spicy morning with Damien from her mind. Every replay came with a sharp electric surge throughout her body, and every surge caused a drip from her throbbing folds into her panties. Damien has noticed a few unusual movements from Chloe, and it’s not like Chloe has been his best fuck, but something is exciting about the forbidden nature of their relationship.

He pulled out and Stacy bent, he went up and he started stroking her faster, I took my head up licking her clits, sucking on it as I shoved two fingers inside me curling them fast too. I and Stacy knelt before Jason, I sucked his cock and she sucked his balls, he stood like a mighty warrior who had conquered worlds. We kept on sucking and I lied down, shoved his cock down my throat holding my tits. Stacy started flickering her tongue inside me, sucking hard on my tits. I don’t know what was going on, I felt like I was transcending, she sucked on it hard. I came all over her face. Then again she sat on my face, with Jason eating me out, licking my clit curling his finger inside of me as I was