Novel & Cerita Steamy Love Stories

The memory still makes me wet. I have had other lovers since he left for London. Competent men. Kind men. Men who took me to dinner and asked about my day and made love to me in clean white beds. None of them ever made me feel the way Nathan did when he bent me over that machine and used me like the office was on fire and we were the only ones who knew. None of them ever made me come so hard I saw stars while listening for footsteps in the hallway. None of them ever filled me so full that I had to walk carefully for the rest of the night to keep from dripping onto the carpet.

His warm mouth engulfs the head, and he takes me down inch by inch until the whole thing is buried inside him. We work our mouths in tandem, our tongues gliding over each other, our moans muffled by the hard cocks between our lips. We lick and slurp and suck like there’s no tomorrow, the wet sounds echoing through the steamy room. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and we slide against each other like two giant, slippery eels. I leak a constant stream of precum, which Diesel eagerly swallows. His Adam’s apple works overtime, and his stubbled chin glistens with my fluids. He must be loving the taste, judging by the way his cock is throbbing in my mouth.

FUCKING MY STEPSISTER My stepsister has always been calm and looks like a nerd, but the truth is I love her that way. And when I say I love her, it’s not just family love—it’s the forbidden kind that keeps me up at night. Because she’s damn hot and sexy in that quiet, unsuspecting way.

Suddenly, I had an older brother. Kai Mercer. He was my hero. But he was also my biggest, most forbidden fantasy. The moment he held me during one of my panic attacks, shirtless and warm, I knew I would never see him the same way again. My hormones went wild. I wanted him to do more than just hug me. God forbid, but today my wish was finally granted. "I'm done pretending, Kai. I love you." "This isn't right, Isla." "Screw that."

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

Hunter’s hand tightened in my hair, while Kyle braced both hands on the wall, his head tipped back, and his mouth open in a constant low groan. The water kept pouring, running down their chests, over my breasts, and dripping from my hard nipples. Steam made everything feel closer, hotter, and more intense, and my pussy throbbed between my legs, aching to be filled again, but I wasn’t done with their cocks yet. I wanted them shaking, leaking, and begging before I let them have more.

That tell-tale moisture in my pussy was threatening to expose my lack of underwear. “Umm, okay, here goes,” I hesitated. “I’ve been out with a few guys, and they’re all the same! Disgusting! All they really want to do is get in my pants, get their rocks off, and leave! So I’d fantasize about someone that was warm, gentle, loving, and caring. He would caress my entire body, being more concerned about my wants and needs than his own. And even after we had made love, he would hold me, cuddle me, and make me feel like I was the most important woman in the whole world. It was only this afternoon that I finally realized that the man of my dreams was just like you are. So it was almost a natural th

He made a low, approving sound in his throat. “Such a good girl,” he murmured. “So wet for me already.” Then his fingers slipped beneath the lace. He didn’t rush. He stroked along her folds, slow and teasing, gathering her slickness on his fingertips before circling her clit with the lightest pressure. Once. Twice. Then firmer. Steady. Relentless. Bria’s voice cracked. The words blurred on the page. “…Catherine and Heathcliff are bound by something darker than love, something that—”

Itohan's breasts bounced as she watched Iyare's continuous thrusts into her. His manhood seemed to touch the corners of her soul and she felt herself at the edge of madness at the pleasure of it. A wet slapping sound continued to echo throughout the hut as the two lovers met and parted, their bodies entangled in a dance of wild, fiery passion. The walls of her womanhood gripped around him and he felt himself clench and quiver. Seconds later, Itohan, boneless and melting, poured our her fluid, but she did not release his manhood until she felt his seed pour inside her.

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