The Lust Novels & Stories

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

Leila only smiled as he left, she kept on focusing on the files, trying to sort it out when she was interrupted by Jones, she rolled her eyes, what was the woman doing on this floor when her desk was underneath the executive floor. “Leila, you are really a slut! You know that right?!” Jones screamed, attacked her with her words Leila just opened her mouth in surprise, she wanted to talk but she could not say anything. “You’re deaf and dumb now right? I always wondered how you always receive favors from everybody and it turns out you are banging the boss, someone that has a fiancée. You are a slut! Your video is everywhere. You and the boss making out in an elevator”

Nathan's POV He turned my speakers on playing music to block out the sounds from my bedroom. It wasn't loud but loud enough. He's sex craved more than usual and I personally thinks he's just trying to ignore the actual problem at hand. He kissed my lips hard his hands on the back of my neck. I love how his lips feel on mine. "Go get the lube" I said against his lips as I tug at the boxer waist. "Don't use any lube, just fuck me" He groaned.

His body shook in a convulsively way at his wild imagination. Looking down, Lustrow looked at Harol's face trying to see if his words had made her scared, he just said he wouldn't be gentle with her... She might be scared. All he could see when he gazed into her eyes was conspicuous eros, a tempestuous hunger that matched with his own. They both were hungry for this.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

He winks and I roll my eyes. "Go have your bath.... and come have breakfast." "Don't you wanna shower with me...." he says coming over to where I was and nuzzling my neck. I breathe in and quickly move away from him. He's really a badass at flirting. "Stop flirting." I say as I poke his chest slightly He chuckles and walk out of the room to the ensuite bathroom. I sit on the couch as I picked my phone. There was a text from Stacy. *HEY LES, ARRIVED ALREADY HUH?. I HOPE YOU HAVEN'T DEVOURED HIM JUST YET. DON'T FORGET THERE'S C O N DOMS, MAKE SURE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF IT, NOT READY TO BE AN AUNT YET.

“That baby has nothing to do with me! That's your baby with your ex-girlfriend, you just don't want to call it what it is!” “Rhea, you're being hysterical…” Patricia started. “Of course I'm being hysterical! My husband secretly had a baby with another woman!” “I didn’t sleep with her. It was a medical procedure. Artificial insemination. I stared at him. “You think that makes it better? You think because you didn't have sex with her, this betrayal is somehow less?”

He repeated his movements over and over until both peaks were swollen, glistening, and throbbing in time with my racing pulse. Every pull of his mouth felt like he was drawing something deeper out of me, something I had kept locked away for years. When he finally lifted his head, his lips were wet, his eyes black and filled with lust and want. My breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath I took, my nipples were dark and glistening from his attention. “Touch yourself,” he ordered again, quieter this time. “Spread your legs wider and show me.” I obeyed instantly. My thighs parted, the thin dress still bunched around my waist like a fallen halo and I slid one hand down my stomach, tremblin

There is something particularly selfish about lust. The heat of naked skin pressed flush together, the joining of sexes in the most perfect fit. The exchange of hot breaths and slap of thigh against thigh. Kisses, not necessary, but nonetheless, hungry. The digging of nails and the sinking of teeth into flesh. It takes. And takes. Mindlessly. Morals disappear, handing over control to depravity. Lines blur between what should and what shouldn’t, and soon, there are no lines at all.

The man ordered as he called his wife's name thrice and the name of the baby thrice. “Good job, now stab them both in the heart." The master ordered again. Leo hesitated for a while before doing so. He stabbed the child first before proceeding to the wife. “Good job, it is done." The master said as they began chanting again. “La hustle or else La wuuu!" A couple of minutes later, everyone had disappeared and then Leo snuck out of the room peacefully as if nothing had been done. He walked back to his room as his wife woke up and smiled at him