Steamy Sex Story Novels & Stories

She felt the hot flood inside her, another man’s claim mixing with the first. As she lay there panting, shuddering through the aftershocks, Sasha’s climax reached its peak. Kael was hammering into her ass with unstoppable force. “Come for me, Sasha,” he growled, gripping her shoulders. Sasha’s cry was sharp, a dagger of pleasure. Her body tightened, then convulsed. Kael held her through it, then drove his own release into her with a final, ground-out groan. For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing, the smell of sex thick in the air.

“Down here. I need to feel how wet you are for me.” I nodded fast even though my heart raced. “Fine but if you tell anyone I will kill you.” He smirked and slipped his hand inside my shorts. Past my panties. His fingers found me right away. I was dripping. He rubbed slow circles on my clit and I nearly buckled. “Shit Izzy you are soaked,” he muttered. Then he moved lower and tried to push one finger in. It did not go easy. I tensed up. He pushed a bit more gentle. Just the tip. I felt tight. Really tight. He stopped and looked at me surprised. “Wait. Izzy are you…?”

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

EMMA My body felt boneless, utterly spent, yet glowing with a deep, satisfied warmth I had never experienced before. I lay sandwiched between Sarah and Jake in the middle of the huge bed, our skin slick with sweat, cum, and pussy juices. My head rested on Sarah’s soft, heaving breasts while Jake spooned me from behind, his softening cock nestled against my ass and one strong arm draped possessively over my waist. The room smelled like sex—musky, sweet, and filthy. The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin.

He says, “Alexander” in a voice so deep it seems to come from hell “It turns me on if you tell me what you're doing” I continue torturing him asking him for more. “What? Ahhhh… He replies that he is touching his balls. “I wanna kiss you. On the forehead. Good boy, be this obedient. You turn me on, little man. I want you to lick my mouth. I want you to bite my lips. I'm not touching you, but you close your eyes and imagine...as if I were touching you. I have a velvety hand. A soft hand that takes it in slowly, my fingers warm, my nails cool, sharp, caressing you. Then, I lower myself. And I make you feel my lips. As I get closer you feel the warmth of my mouth. Then, at a certain point, you f

“Bent over and fucked like a common whore in the back room of my own club. Your tight little American cunt is still dripping my cum. Does the FBI teach their agents to come so hard around a bratva cock?” I opened my mouth to deny it, to salvage some shred of my cover, but the words died in my throat when he slid two thick fingers back between my legs and pushed them deep into my cum-filled pussy. He curled them slowly, stirring his seed inside me and making wet, squelching sounds that filled the quiet room. My hips jerked involuntarily, a broken moan escaping my lips as fresh sparks of pleasure shot through my oversensitive walls.

She was looking over my shoulder at the same wall and reading some of them softly under her breath. “Hmmm, look at this one,” I said. “This person seems to have described our date last week in perfect detail.” It was a story about a woman who liked to be spanked and punished. “I like this one,” Carrie said, pointing to another. “I really think we should try and work this one into our next date.” The story was about a couple who arranged to act like strangers and meet up at a trashy bar and pick each other up. There were long descriptions about them fucking in the back of the bar as the guys playing pool watched and stroked their cues.

Stacey curled up on her bed in a thin nightdress, while Luca was resting his back at the headrest of his king-size bed with his phone in his hand. “You know,” she whispered, brushing the strap of her dress with her fingers. “I still think about how you stretched me with that big monster. How deep you went into me. How you spanked my ass and made me scream your name… I feel it every time I close my eyes. As I'm talking, I'm already wet for you.” Luca groaned softly, running a hand down his face. “Fuck, Stacey. You’re trying to kill me.” He groaned. “Stop saying that unless you are ready to show me.”

NEW STORY TITLE: THE GIFT OF DICK AND PUSSY The following story will be told in multiple chapters. There's oodles and oodles of sex in it, even though it's not just a pure spank story. If lots of nasty sex isn't your thing, then why are you on this website? Weirdo.

The door locked behind us. He threw me on the bed and followed, dress up, panties ripped down one leg, two thick fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck. So wet.” “Mm…” He worked them deep, thumb on my clit. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Yes.” He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was heavy and thick. He didn’t wait, he pushed into me in one long thrust that stole my breath. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud.