Stone Cold Steve Austin Nude Novels & Stories

Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water. Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

He had actually fallen fast asleep on her very naked body. “Well, that’s a first.” Christina thought to herself, more in amusement than in offense. No man had ever seen her naked body and was able to resist it before. It was not a problem that Austin had fallen asleep, though, because he was fully naked. The chances were that he wouldn’t remember anything that had happened this night, which worked quite well for her purposes.

Steven said, smiling, perhaps reminiscing about his old days and reliving that moment. Whatever. Such a fool. Also, his arm doesn't hurt anymore. That was a relief. I was so glad his arm was alright and perfectly fine now because he could accuse me of breaking his arm tomorrow. I clenched myself as I felt a bit cold. I was wearing a black sweater, but it was winter, and everyone should feel cold, right? "Are you okay?" Steven asked. "Me? I'm fine, don't worry about me. Let's just keep on talking and—" I shivered.

Water sloshed over the sides as he'd slide inside me in the warm, wet dark. The shower is where steam fogged out everything but us. He'd press me against the tile and fuck me hard from behind while his hand wrapped around my throat just enough to make me see stars. Hot water pounded down on our slick, tangled bodies. These walls don't just remember. They echo with the sounds of us, with every curse and cry and filthy thing we'd whispered to each other.

“We’re at the gym! I know that look. Do not tempt me, please.” “It’s not my fault you said all those things. You’re making me think about that first day. That first meeting. I wanted to do so many unholy things to you, Olivia. You can’t even begin to imagine all the filthy things…” “Austin…” I almost gasped as he lifted his finger and laid it on the skin peeking out from my blouse. “Isn’t there a CCTV here?” “There is something…” he hummed. “I’ve never dominated you in here.”

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

My mouth was full, still I couldn’t stop some from dripping out of the corners of my mouth. My numb hands gave way just as I felt both moans explode with hard groans. I felt drops on my hair, shoulders, boobs….everywhere I was panting…we all were. Someone took off my blindfolds. All three were staring at me with heavy breaths and lust. “Now you look like a slut.” Green announced with a proud grin. As if on cue, a line of cum dripped from my boob down to my stomach. My smile was triumphant….I feel like a slut.

My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it. A soft smile played on my lips as I stretched, completely naked under the sheets. The house smelled like coffee and something sweet. I slipped on one of Dean’s oversized t-shirts — the hem barely covering my ass — and nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard again just thinking about him. I padded barefoot down the stairs toward the kitchen, my pussy tingling with every step. Dean was standing at the stove, shirtless in a pair of low-hanging black sweatpants, his tattooed back flexing as he flipped pancakes. The sight of him made my mouth water. He looked so domestic… and so fucking sexy.

Stone had taken it last night, and he clearly had no intention of leaving it where I could reach it. I sat up slowly in the giant bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the backs of my hands. That was when I realized Stone was already wide awake. He was standing perfectly still by the large wall of windows on the far side of the room. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose, low-slung gray sweatpants. His broad, massive chest and thick arms were completely bare, showing off every single line of his dark, intricate tattoos. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest as he stood there silently, watching the club compound down below.

he rasped as his hands left my waist and moved under my cami to cup a breast. I arched into his hand as he pushed up my clothing, bra and all, and drew one nipple into his mouth, then the other. How he did it, I have no frickin’ clue, but he removed the top half of my clothing faster than I was ready for. He tugged off his cut and shirt and then he was back to laving attention on my breasts again. The feeling of his smooth chest against mine was delicious. I’d messed around with a couple of high school boyfriends a few times, but no one this muscular, and then there was Steven who was more fuzzy teddy bear than hot biker sex machine. God, Austin was irresistible.