Steamy Comics Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

No—he was above them. I bit down on my lip, heat curling through my stomach as I dragged my gaze lower on the image. The tattoos inked across his arms, his throat, gently i slid my fingers through my parted thighs, the slickness of my wet juices drenching them , i pushed deeper, filling up my weeping cunt with my fingers, my eyes locked on the image

“If I don’t cum soon I might lose my mind.” Kevin smirked, then shrugged. “Fuck it. Wanna watch some p**n? We can just jerk off and call it a night. No point suffering in silence like idiots.” Mike raised an eyebrow, then grinned. “Hell yeah. Better than scrolling through dating apps and striking out again. You picking?” Kevin grabbed the remote and fired up their shared streaming setup. They started with regular straight p**n — a high-production scene with a curvy brunette getting fucked doggy-style by a muscular guy.

Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

“Her body wants this. Wants all of us.” Damien pressed two thick fingers into me without warning, his growl vibrating through the air when I cried out. “So fucking wet. Just from us looking at you.” He pumped them deep, curling them cruelly against that sweet spot on the roof of my cunt until my hips bucked helplessly on the desk. Lucien bit my nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue. “Are you gonna cum for us, Stella? Show him,” he whispered, jerking his chin toward Cole. “Show him you’re ours too.”

he said with a smirk, handing me all the money he promised. He pushed me out onto the sidewalk naked, cum still glistening on my skin, shorts and top tossed after me. I stood there stunned, heart racing, pussy still throbbing, as the van sped. That was the wildest, steamiest thing I’d ever done and part of me already wanted to do it again.

He pressed his flat palm directly against my swollen, soaking pussy, cupping me firmly through the wetness. A sharp, high-pitched whimper tore from my throat, my hips jerking up off the bench instinctively at the sudden, heavy friction. My internal walls twitched hard, gushing a fresh wave of heat straight into his palm. "Fuck, you're burning up," the Alpha growled, his dark eyes flashing with a dangerous, predatory satisfaction as he felt how soaked I was. He began to rub his palm over my sensitive flesh in a slow, heavy circle, smearing my own moisture all over my swollen folds.

His eyes turn to slits, he’s so focused. I love watching a hot guy jack himself off, it’s one of my favorite things in p**n. But this is even better. He’s real. He’s right there in front of me. I can smell him. “Is that what you do when you think of me?” “Oh, little girl, I’ve done so many things when thinking of you. I’d like to show you everything.” “Don’t you dare cum on the carpet!” He stops stroking. “Oh, I have much better ideas about where I’m going to cum.”

“Cathy! You’re wearing Daddy’s robe.” Heat flooded my face. Damien’s gaze flicked to me over the rim of his mug, gray and unreadable except for the dark heat still banked in them. “She needed something clean,” he said evenly. “Eat your breakfast, Lila.” I moved to the stove on autopilot, starting eggs the way Lila liked them. Every step made the soft fabric of the robe brush my bare skin. Every time I shifted, I felt the faint ache between my legs and the slow, inevitable trickle of him still leaking out of me. Damien’s presence filled the room like a second heartbeat. Once, when Lila turned away to reach for the juice, his hand brushed the small of my back under the robe, fingers sliding ju