Spicy Sapphic Books Novels & Stories

Fucking my mouth slow. We stayed like that for a long time. Taking turns. Sucking and licking. Hands exploring everywhere. Nipples. Ass cheeks. Balls. The sweat made everything slippery and nasty. Our cocks throbbed harder than ever. The fire in the sauna had nothing on the heat building between us now. Jake pulled back finally. Breathing hard. Cock shiny with my spit. "I want more than mouths," he said. Eyes locked on mine. "I want to feel you inside me. Or me inside you. Whatever. Just do not stop."

FORBIDDEN FLAMES 2 ARIA’S POV The text from Serena arrives just as I flip the café sign to CLOSED, the soft click of the lock echoing in the empty space. My hands still tremble from the day, every customer interaction felt like a distraction from the memory of her mouth on mine yesterday, her fingers teasing me to the edge in the storage closet before pulling back with that wicked smile. "Not yet," she whispered. "We savor the sin." The words have haunted me all shift, making my panties soaked, my nipples hard against my bra, every brush of fabric a reminder.

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

she whispered. His hands finally moved — sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass, pulling her down onto his lap. Vesper moaned softly as she felt his hardness press against her core through their clothes. She ground against him slowly, sensually, her hands on his shoulders as she rode his lap. The friction was delicious. Dante groaned, his fingers digging into her ass. “You’re dangerous,” he rasped, lips brushing her neck. “I’ve never wanted anyone this badly.” Vesper smiled, grinding harder. “Then take what you want, Dante.”

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”

'Take it all, you whores,' Richard commanded, and we did—Sophia grinding on his mouth, me clenching around their cocks, orgasms crashing in waves. Cum flew everywhere: Ethan pulling out to paint my back, Richard flooding my pussy as Sophia licked it out, her tongue delving deep to share the load in a messy kiss. We collapsed in a tangle, bodies heaving, the fire dying to embers. But Sophia's eyes gleamed wickedly. 'This place is wild. Tell me there's more.'

It is the smell of our past night, of her fulfilled promise, of her desire for me. She cries out, a small stifled cry, when my tongue finds her outline through the silk. The rough texture of the lace, the warmth and humidity beneath, the salty, metallic taste that permeates the fabric... It is a sacrilege. It is a communion. I lick her, slowly, with a worshipper's devotion, through the fabric, until it is soaked, transparent, clinging to her skin. Her moans fall upon me like burning rain. Her hands cling to my hair, pull me, press me against her.

Gabriella “I want to stretch you out until you can’t close your legs, Gabriella. I want to watch my brothers fill your mouth and your ass while I bury myself so deep in your pussy you forget your own name. We’re going to paint you in our cum, record every desperate sob you make for us, and then we’re going to make Derek watch his ‘perfect, repressed wife’ transform into our personal, filthy little pet. You’re going to be so used, so thoroughly ruined by the three of us, that you’ll never even remember what his pathetic touch felt like.”

His hips speed up again, pushing harder as she screams her head shaking. "I can't Master." Marcus moves, turning her to face the wall, his cock pushing into her arse as his fingers push into her sex. His hips moving again as she screams and falls forward, Marcus's other hand wrapping around her neck. "Come on Kitty, now the car will be here any minute." Marcus groans feeling ready to finish as she screams, her head shaking as she cries. Marcus's body moving and pinning hers against the wall as his hips move harder, his fingers rubbing against her g-spot as her body shakes and she screams. Her body begging for a release but unable to.

I couldn't resist teasing him. Gustaf frowned as he walked, looking disconcerted by this slip of the tongue. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like to eat what everyone else would eat, you can order whatever you want when you arrive, and... "I love burgers, but a lot of the guys I've dated don't find a woman eating a burger sexy "I explained, receiving an amused look in return. "Izzy, I'm a cook. What I find sexy is someone eating well and enjoying their meal. Especially if it's something I've prepared.