The Best Sex Stories の小説・ストーリー

I came twice before he did, filling another condom with a roar. As we dried off, wrapped in robes, reality crept in…tomorrow's flights, back to realities. But tonight, we had the bed, bodies entwined in slow, exploratory sex….me on top, then him behind, fucking deep and lazy, whispering filthy praises until we both shattered quietly.

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

My body moved slightly with every shift, my control slipping little by little. “Please…” I breathed, barely audible. But he didn’t stop. The pressure built inside me again, stronger this time, making my chest rise quickly and my lips part as I struggled to stay silent. My head fell back slightly against the door, my eyes closing as I tried to steady myself. “I can’t…” I whispered weakly. My body trembled, my legs shaking slightly as everything became too much to handle. “Fuck.." he moaned as I felt him explode in me ,he removed his flaccid cock. I let out a deep sigh as I slid down the back of the door knowing I just had the best sex of my life.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

Then, while I suck Ron's, she licks the base of his huge cock. Then we both start, like good girls, wanting to make them happy, to take it each in the throat. I take Stacey's cock and she takes mine. So, yeah, that's the way to keep love alive. As Ron strokes me and tells me I'm good and Paul gives me a look, I realize that the only thing to do is to get on with the sex. Sex is the answer to everything. Pleasure and enjoyment are what this life is all about, and life is so full of the unexpected that all you can try to do is not let it die.

We continued talking for almost another hour. Mostly about Stephen. Or more specifically, how much Amelia hated him now. “I swear if I ever see that idiot—” “You’ll kill him?” I finished with a laugh. “Exactly.” I smiled softly. God, I loved her. Then suddenly Amelia gasped loudly. “Oh my God.” “What?” “You need rebound sex.” I nearly choked. “Amelia!” “I’m serious,” she continued excitedly. “You need some insanely handsome guy to fuck Stephen completely out of your system.”

When she added a third finger, Vivian’s hips bucked up. Bruno stood beside the bed. He watched the whole thing with lust in his eyes. His mother and stepsister ate each other in the 69 position. Their bodies moved together. His cock stood rock hard. He stroked it slowly while he enjoyed the view. Brie’s ass pressed down on Vivian’s face. Vivian’s hips pushed up into Brie’s mouth. He couldn't wait any longer. He climbed onto the bed and got behind Vivian. Seeing her round ass shaking made Bruno even harder.

The air was thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and breeding frenzy. Selene watched for a moment, then joined them. She straddled Lucien’s chest, facing the female riding his cock. She grabbed the younger female’s hair and kissed her brutally while grinding her own dripping pussy against Lucien’s sternum. “Harder,” Selene commanded. “Make him knot you properly.” The female obeyed , bouncing faster, forcing Lucien’s swelling knot past her entrance. When it locked, she howled, body convulsing in orgasm. Lucien groaned into the pussy still smothering his face, his own knot swelling fully inside the tight heat.