Novelas y relatos de Steamy Lgbt Books

But the true magic came from the books themselves. As Rowan moaned and writhed, every tome in the Grand Chamber opened. Golden text floated off their pages and sank into her skin like liquid light. With every new spell, every forgotten ritual, every erotic grimoire of pleasure that merged with her nervous system, her body transformed into the perfect vessel. Now, *every single word in the entire library* was an erogenous zone. Rowan screamed in ecstasy as knowledge itself fucked her. Reading the name of an ancient love spell made her squirt. Reciting a binding incantation made her nipples feel like they were being sucked by a hundred mouths. The deeper the forbidden lore, the harder the plea

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Kimberly followed right after, shuddering and grinding through her orgasm, flooding my pussy with her hot release. We were still locked together, pussies pressed and grinding slowly through the aftershocks, when the library door suddenly opened and Leo, our private cook, stood frozen in the doorway with a tray of fresh fruit and drinks. His eyes went wide with pure shock and the tray he was carrying trembled in his strong hands as he stared at us — me on my back on the desk with my legs spread wide, Kimberly on top of me, our naked pussies still pressed together and glistening with our combined cum, both of us flushed and breathing hard.

“You can take it.” And then Tyler’s finger pushes inside, slow and relentless, stretching me open. The burn is sharp, intense, but Jake’s fingers are still working my pussy, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and the pleasure twists with the pain, making my vision blur. “That’s it,” Liam murmurs, stepping closer, his cock brushing against my lips. “Open up.” I do. His cock slides past my lips, thick and salty, the taste of Mia and him mixing on my tongue.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

I соuld ѕее Selena'ѕ еxtеndеd tongue liсking up аnd dоwn Ellen'ѕ wet slit. Sооn mу fiancee'ѕ lаррing got the bеttеr of this hоt lеѕbiаn slut. Shе lеаnеd forward аnd put her hands оn thе hеаdbоаrd аnd began ramming her pussy dоwn оn my fiancee's mouth, riding her face. Ellen started buсking likе a pornstar аѕ she wаѕ асting like a bitch in heat.

I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section. "Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says. "Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing. "I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips. "That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”