The Lust Novels & Stories

He said with his full attention this time but is still looking at his back. I was speechless for a second, though I am not so sure if that's something he should be proud of. "It's not the forced relationships that became the reason. It's LUST. Have you considered that?" This time I tried to talk back to him. "No. Because unlike you, I do not thirst for sex and do it as an exchange for pieces of information. I'd like to obey, be polite, and be a gentleman that a woman needs." He replied and continued walking downstairs where the ambulance was waiting.

I moaned in pleasure and on impulse moved against his mouth. “You are so wet, Mon chéri,” he rasped. He took my lips again with his, tasting, possessing and domineering my mouth. I moan against his mouth as I tasted my juice on his tongue. Spreading my thighs apart, he settled between them. His fierce gaze locked with mine as he eased the tip on his penis into me. I bit my lower lip, to keep from screaming. “Look at me!” he growled.

Anastasia squealed, clapping her hands together in excitement. Lustre only smiled , but it wasn’t the same excited smile Anastasia had. It was calculated. She turned to me immediately. “What part of the school do you know? The corners you’re familiar with? The places you think they might hide the horns?” Lustre asked, tapping on her maps with the back of her pen. She seemed so determined to win the contest. I had never seen her this focused for the few weeks we have known each other even when it was comes to lessons , she was never this focused .

C H A P T E R 8 : T H E H O T , S W E A T Y S E X Lust is a pleasure bought with pains, a delight hatched with disquiet, a content passed with fear, and a sin finished with sorrow. Demonax. ~

Desire lingered in the depth of his gaze. I know all he wants is to play with me. He doesn't love me, only lust. I know he only see this as a game. All he wants to do is fuck me, his feelings are driven by lust, not love. He is here for the thrill, not affection. To him I am merely a conquest, his hungry is for my body, for my pussy. His cock hard and thick, all nine inch. His cock stood erect, the bulbous head red and angry. It had thick long veins running on all angle like spider web.

"Okay for years now I've not had anyone in my life. It's because of my past but I really want nothing to do with people. I've done everything on my own, even pleased myself when I had an erection but then you did what you did yesterday and I realized how much I'd forgotten the taste of someone. It's not the same as using my own hands." "What are you driving at?" I was bitterly confused. "I'll pay you to be my exclusive sex partner." He said. His blank face didn't help me understand what he was thinking or what on earth was going on through his head as he spoke. "I thought you said you didn't do love." I reminded him, still not understanding his concept. "And this doesn't require love. I want

"You know, babe, Lust is the youngest of the Seven Sins, and, despite his codename... That one is innocent and frequently hides from the world. When I first met him, he was extremely irritated with everyone, especially women. It's a good thing he's adjusted now, but he's still not over his hatred of women." "Why, what happened to him?" She's curious, if her boss is a woman hater, isn't that why he acted like that when they first met? “I didn’t know the whole story. But when Lust was younger, perhaps 14 or 15, his stepmother harassed him. She forced him to sleep with her. ” She gasped at the discovery. "According to Lust, their mother married their father for money. After obtaining everything

Resting her forearms against the rail on the sunny balcony, Electa looked down at the swimming pool situated directly below her, where Adrastos was currently cutting through the water like a man-eating shark. A word came to her mind while watching him. ‘Lust.’ That was what they shared on this honeymoon. No mention from either of them since the night they’d arrived here of that other word… love. Watching him cut through the water in a long, bronzed slither of supple male magnificence, Electa wasn’t in the least bit surprised to feel her lust for him tangle up the sensitive muscles low down inside.

“No, not love, definitely and certainly not love.” It cannot be love, what I feel for her is much more genuine, much more real, and a lot better, nobody got hurt, nobody loses when lust was concerned. “Okay, Mr. Definitely and certainly not love. If you are so sure that she wouldn’t want to sleep with you, you have to stop making yourself feel this intensely about her.” I mull over his words, and he is right, it was getting nowhere, and I am at the short end of the stick, for no reason.

His breath warmed the back of her neck with long puffs. "Yes, master. I want more," she demanded. Her heart rate was shallow and beating so fast. She took a heavy breath as the air turned misty from the lusting vapor and intensity of their bodies. Her lips become parched as a result of the excessive sweat dripping down her body. Moan over moan, she cries out with so much passion and burning lust as he continues thrusting her hard, slapping her jiggling ass, and pumping her deeper. "Please, Master, do not stop. I'm coming," she said lustfully. "Please make me cum," she begged.