Romans & histoires Spicy Sex Books

I get closer and closer, but when I'm ready to pull it out, she backs away from me and clams up, complaining, "I have a headache. I’m tired and don't feel like having sex, I spent the whole evening cooking. Good night!! She leaves me there like that. Frustrated!!! On the other hand, Ellie was so passionate, wanting, and eager to satisfy my needs. Between the covers, as soon as I hear my wife snoring heavily, I touch the tip of my cock. I could feel the nerves tingling creating a powerful sensation. I started touching it and imagined Ellie begging to be able to lick it a little. I visualise her bent over ninety degrees over a table looking seductively at me while sucking on her pen. As usual,

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

Liam’s mouth was on mine hard, hungry, no holding back. His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming me with slow, deep strokes that made my head spin. I moaned into him, loud and needy, hands gripping his shoulders like he was the only thing keeping me upright. My bikini bra was shoved up to my neck, breasts bare and bouncing with every desperate grind of my hips. His jeans were unzipped, thick cock freed and pressed flush against my soaked pussy shaft sliding through my folds, head bumping my clit on every roll.

Vicky’s fingers trailed lazily down my stomach, circling my navel before dipping lower to tease the still-swollen lips of my pussy. We were both drenched with sweat, and cum, the lingering slick from the double dildo now discarded on the nightstand. The room smelled thickly of sex— musky arousal, her jasmine perfume, and mine. Afternoon had bled into early evening, the light soft and golden through the half-closed blinds. She kissed the corner of my mouth, then whispered hot against my ear, “You said next time you wanted my fist. I’m not waiting for next time.”

His tongue flicked her clit mercilessly before he shoved it deep inside her, making her scream out in pleasure. “Good girl,” Jay whispered against her ear, his hands holding her firm as her body writhed. “Take his tongue like a slut.” Liam slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing in the studio. “She loves it,” he said darkly, plunging two thick fingers inside her dripping hole while his tongue teased her clit in quick, skilled circles. Sasha’s eyes rolled back as the pressure built inside her. She was so close already, her thighs shaking violently. “Please… I’m gonna cum… fuck… please…” she cried out, her voice breaking with desperation.

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

He gripped Damian’s throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to hold him in place, fucking him so deep Damian was reduced to incoherent pleas. ‎ ‎“Mine,” Elias growled, thrust after brutal thrust. “Even if it’s just once—you’re fucking mine.” ‎ ‎Damian came undone first, release spilling hot between their stomachs as his body clamped down around Elias, dragging him over the edge. Elias followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep as he spilled inside him. ‎ ‎They collapsed together, sweat-slick and trembling, the room thick with the scent of sex and the echo of their ragged breaths.

“I can’t fuck you if you’re unconscious, and I want to know what drunk sex with you is like” Even as her body came alive at his words… heat pooling low in her belly… she opened one eye to shoot him a glance. “I’m not gonna let you do freaky stuff to me tonight, no matter how good it feels . Come near me with, like, a dildo or an anal hook probe and we’re gonna have problems” She didn’t want to do anything crazy when she wasn’t fully clear-minded. She wanted to remember every single thing… every touch, every kiss, every moment.

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.

Zach licked him thoroughly—long, wet stripes, circling the tight rim, then pushing his tongue inside. Julian’s hips jerked, cock bobbing, a bead of precum dripping onto the sheets inches from my mouth. “So good,” Zach praised between licks. “Love eating this ass. Love how you open up for me.” He added a finger, sliding it in alongside his tongue, then two, scissoring gently, crooking them to hit that spot that made Julian whimper and push back. I couldn’t take it anymore. The sight was too hot—Zach’s face buried between Julian’s cheeks, tongue and fingers working him open, Julian’s cock twitching right there, Julian’s hot breath panting against my soaked pussy.