Stories Of Lust Novels & Stories

The storm in his eyes grew darker with lust and desire, there was something about that storm that made her want him even more then she already did and made her wetter then she already was. He smirked at her reaction and then moved in and started planting kisses on the inside of her legs starting from the top of her foot trailing all the way down to inside of her thigh. She squirmed a bit but he tighten his grip on her thighs stopping her from moving any more and continued the assault on her legs. He bit and nipped on her inner thighs so hard that she knew that it would leave marks. Higher and higher he moved not yet touching her cunt but coming so very close to it and she moaned out loudly i

His face holds a mixture of lust and something else. “Last night, I was gentle with you because it was your first time. I was not satisfied. I was gentle with you but I will not be now. So, get ready for the sex which will satisfy me”. The king says and kisses me on the breast. His words terrified me to the core. He increases the speed of his finger and bites my breast. The pleasure overcame all the feelings and soon I came all over his finger. I was still shaking from my orgasm when he inserted himself inside me, making me scream in pleasure. …………….

And as he gazed at her flushed face, he couldn't shake the feeling that this dinner was just the beginning of something much deeper and more meaningful between them. His words, soft yet profound, echoed in the stillness of the moment, carrying with them the weight of a thousand promises of pleasure. "I want you," he declared, each syllable imbued with the purest of intentions of his lust for her, as if every fiber of his being yearned to convey the depth of his affection to get pleasure.

“Or stop pretending you’re protecting me.” His eyes darkened. “You think this is a game?” he asked quietly. “You think power is something you can flirt with and walk away from?” “I think,” she said, lifting her chin, “that you’re the one who doesn’t like not being in control.” That did it. Lucian’s composure cracked—just slightly. Enough for her to see the truth beneath it. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her. He was afraid of wanting her. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. Still no kiss. Still restraint.

My hips shifting to chase his touch. Lifting my face off my plate, the other women were in different state of arousals too. Tara's chest heaved like she ran a marathon, nipples poking through like diamonds, wanting to rip out of her blouse. Lila caught my eyes, a silent message passing among us. An older guy beside her, his hands flying furiously under the table. He sure was finger fucking her pussy while she tried sipping wine with shaky hands. "Pass the wine, would you, Alessandro?" One of his friend's smirked, looking at me lustily.

He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust. Mila's head snapped back, her eyes rolling as the sudden, overwhelming fullness stretched her completely. "Ah... Roman!" she cried out, her fingers digging deep into his heavy shoulders as he began to bounce her rapidly on his lap. The motion was intense, deep, and completely nonstop. The cold shock of Liam's abandonment instantly melted into a roaring fire of pure, wild lust. Roman growled, his mouth biting at her neck, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drove himself deeper and deeper into her body.

My head went blank. “Fuck, Maddie…” He muttered, clenching his teeth. I felt him hit the one spot I could swear hadn’t been touched in ages. My dildos never did it. Every time I tried to give myself the pleasure I wanted, digging and searching for the right place, it was never satisfying. My chest rose and fell rapidly. My mind went in circles—shame, lust, desperation, and delight all tangled together. Every nerve in my body, every hair standing on my skin, screamed for more, and I didn’t want to resist.

Every movement of her hand against the canvas mirrored the sensation of tracing a lover’s body, coaxing hidden pleasures to the surface. But then there was sex, a different kind of art. Raw, untamed, and all-consuming. The rhythm of intertwined bodies, the heat of skin meeting skin, the unapologetic hunger. She wasn’t a stranger to lust or the tangled heat of passion, but nothing in her past had prepared her for him.

The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen.

Louis stood up and looked him straight in the eye, his gaze seemed really serious, and he said, "You fell in love, didn't you? In just two days? You are an amazing dude!" Chris snorted in frustration and began to walk around the room without paying the slightest attention to his friend. He was looking at the ceiling, trying to get the absurd feelings he has out of his head, and looking at him, he said, “And what does that have to do with anything? You play me, you dumb fuck!" "So!!" Louis yelled, standing up, "I fooled you! I've done it countless times. This time I tricked you into having sex! Stop whining about it! What is your problem? Tell me for real!"