Thigh Riding Novels & Stories

"I've... I've never touched a girl. I've never gotten this close to them. Please... Please stay away from me" "Don't worry," She whispers into his ears, sending sizzles down his spine. "I'm going to teach you everything. I'm going to fucking ruin you and I will spoil you In so many dirty ways." Her hand reaches upwards towards his inner thigh and he stiffens once it touches his crotch through his fabric. With clenched teeth, he shuts his eyes and tries so hard to hold back the groan that threatens to escape from his throat. •~•~• Shane Dalton is the second son of the powerful billionaire. He's got good looks and charms that make everyone fall for him. Renee, the new girl in town isn't an exception but what she can't believe is how extremely good he is. The rich and handsome guys she knew were either bad boys or rude jerks but Shane is nothing like that. He is a well trained good boy who is not ready to break all his rules and fall for a bad girl overnight but his life is turned upside down when he decides to stay away from home to avoid his brother who bullies him nonstop. He moves in to stay with his best friend's family only to realize that this new, beautiful but crazy girl now lives there too. As long as they stay under the same roof, Renee swears to spoil him completely till he's fully damaged beyond repair. Will she succeed? He must either resist her charms and attraction or completely fall into her trap.

"You belong to me Joan.You have always been mine since years back after what I did for you and as far as I'm concerned I can have a say in your life anytime I want, so get that into your head. So far I'm still alive and you're still my wife, you belong to me and no one else. Got it?" Damien said as he inched closer to Joan lessening the gap between them resulting in their faces being extremely close to each other. "You know what? I'm done with this shit. I can't take this anymore, I need a break from this marriage and from you" Joan stated as she tried to move away but he gently slammed her back into the wall and sealed his lips with hers, closing the distance between them. ***** Just like any other girl, Joan has always dreamt of what her marriage would be like, she always fantasised about marrying her Prince Charming then riding back to their mansion in a limousine or the latest car that year. But if only she knew that it wouldn't all go as she had planned, if only she knew that fate had another plan in store for her. She had once thought about marrying a man who was drop dead gorgeous that no girl could ever resist, a man who would have all heads turning to him when he walks, but she got the opposite; instead she got a man who is nowhere near her ideal type of Prince Charming. How would Joan cope with being married to a masked man?

WARNING: This book is strictly for mature readers. It contains extremely explicit scenes🔞, violence and vulgar words. Readers' discretion is strongly advised. When upcoming fashion designer, Serena Voss, lands a contract deal to create custom made riding gear for the notorious Frost Vipers' MC, she sees it as an opportunity for her to save her collapsing brand before Christmas. But nothing prepares her for the moment she walks into the clubhouse and meets Knoxx "Havoc" Whitlock, the club's dangerously hot president with sexy tattoos and a ruggedly handsome face. {Funny enough, they have met before, days ago at a coffee shop where she was so rude to him after she had mistakenly spilled her coffee on him}. Knoxx, on the other hand, remembers her quite well...the sharp mouthed woman who has been on his mind since the coffee shop incident. Glad to have Miss Attitude as his employee, he intends to thoroughly tame her in every way possible...including on his bed. No doubts, they are highly attracted to each other, have burning moments on the sheets, but their chemistry gets complicated along the line when Serena uncovers a buried truth: her brother died in a hit-and-run on Christmas Eve five years ago, and the bike in the police report matches one from the Frost Vipers' garage. As Serena digs deeper, she discovers that Knoxx is strongly connected to her brother's death. When a rival gang, Widow's Bite MC, launches a violent Christmas week ambush and Knoxx's second in command, Gavin aka "Bishop" happens to be with enemy, Serena must decide whether to run for her life or fight for the man who has claimed her body and soul. This Christmas, love isn't soft. It's consuming and savage.

Content warning (18+): This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk. ~~~ I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house. They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night. He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out. Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss. I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name. Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him. But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom. Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat. Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt. I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.

Fern Vale was never meant to be chosen. She was supposed to be the son Alpha Leo Vale wanted, the heir who would secure the pack’s future. When she was born a girl and never received a wolf, Fern was cast aside and raised among the Omegas, treated as little more than a servant in her own pack. So when her father trades her in a political marriage to secure an alliance, Fern understands exactly what she is: expendable. Her contracted mate is Alpha Gaven of Blackmoor, the most feared Alpha on the continent. Ruthless, dominant, and infamous for killing his own father to claim leadership, Gaven commands the largest pack in existence. To Fern, he is a monster forged in blood and power. What Fern doesn’t know is that Gaven recognizes her as his true mate the moment he scents her. And he refuses her. Without a wolf, Fern cannot feel the mate bond that binds them. To Gaven, the bond is violent and undeniable, a cruel twist of fate he refuses to accept. Bound by contract and forced into close proximity, they clash at every turn as resentment, obsession, and forbidden desire begin to blur the line between hatred and need. As Fern struggles to survive in Blackmoor, the strange crescent-shaped scar on her thigh begins to burn with every full moon. The truth is far more dangerous than she ever imagined, her wolf was never missing, only sealed, and the mark she bears is the Moon Goddess’s claim. With rival packs closing in and fate demanding its due, Fern must decide whether she will remain the spare daughter who was traded away, or rise as the Luna she was always meant to be.

She’s a widow by day, a wild biker by night. Two ruthless men want her. Only one will own her in the end. Carlotta Russo survived her marriage to the cruel Alpha Dante—now, at just eighteen, she’s a widow with scars and secrets. By daylight, she keeps her head down, playing the good girl everyone wants to break. But after dark, she becomes a legend on the city’s underground racetrack—leather-clad, fearless, riding her bike like she’s running from hell itself. And hell is coming for her—twice. Gabriel, the school’s dangerous king, wants her on her knees, desperate for his touch. Paxton, the cocky, blue-eyed street racer, wants her screaming his name, begging for more. They don’t just want her. They want to own her. Tonight, the rules are simple—first to catch her, first to claim her. The loser walks away. The winner gets Carlotta in his bed. All night. No limits. “You want a taste, Gabriel?” Paxton smirks, eyes dark with hunger. “Beat me on the track. Winner takes her home.” Gabriel’s grin is pure sin. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make you forget you ever belonged to another man.” Carlotta’s heart races almost as fast as her bike. She should run. She should fight. But every wicked promise, every hungry glance, makes her body ache for more. In the dark, between burning engines and hotter hands, she’s the prize in a game that will break every rule—and maybe her. Widow. Biker. Bad girl in the making. Tonight, Carlotta will be claimed. But when the sun comes up, who will she be calling Daddy? 18+ ONLY. BDSM, EROTIC, AND RAW HOT SCENES INSIDE. Read this book if you want to cum hard and beg for more.

Slowly his hands glide up from my hips, up my back to the base of my hairline tilting my head down so that our foreheads touch. His eyes are closed and his breath is just as ragged at mine. “What on earth was that?” I ask “The best damn kiss of my life. Worth waiting almost 3 years to kiss you like that” My cheeks flush red at the comment. We have kissed a handful of times over the years. Usually instigated in a moment of weakness by Dimetrius but never anything like that. That kiss was dripping with desire from both sides. It definitely wasn’t one sided, I could feel what that kiss did to him through the hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh through his pants. I figured, why not throw it all at the wind and take a chance. I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly run my hands down the front of his chest, his eyes don’t leave mine as he sits dangerously still. I bring my hands back up his body again as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I adjust myself on his lap, so that now im sitting directly on top of his hard length and lean down to kiss him stopping just short with a smirk on my face. “Amelia” he says my name almost like a warning. That if I push him too far he is scared that he wont be able to stop. Once those flood gates are open, will either of us be strong enough to close them. I’m risking everything in this moment. I’m risking any future with Abran, and I’m risking my friendship with my best friend I am currently straddling. Fuck it

" Oh God!" Lisa threw her head back as a loud moan escaped her. Asher didn't ease his thrusting even as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. she swore the room was spinning. " That's it babygirl, daddy's gonna cum inside your tight pussy. you are gonna bear my pups very soon " Her stepfather growled in her ears. his grip on her thigh tightened as he edged closer to his orgasm. a groan escaped him and soon Lisa felt his warm cum filling her insides. She leaned forward and kissed her stepfather on the lip. His tongue thrusted into her mouth to taste her, her legs were still wrapped around his waist and he was thrusting into her gently, pumping her full of cum. The sound of something shattering was what interrupted their make out session. Lisa's heart nearly jumped out of her chest when she glanced at the source of the noise and saw her mother standing by the door, watching them with tears and shock in her eyes. " Mom! I can explain " Asher pulls her closer to himself before she could try to put some space between them. he shoved off the blanket from their body, giving his wife and Lisa's mother a perfect view of his dick in her daughter's pussy. A satisfied grin was plastered on his face. * * * A simple one night stand leads to something far more dangerous than any of them would have thought. Lisa slept with her professor, the powerful Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, Multi-Billionaire and now her stepfather. One dangerous Mistake, and now neither of them can stop the strong attraction between them. Their love is forbidden, but a mating bond can hardly be revoked.

She raised her face to his. He was staring down at her with such intensity, it was like a physical touch. He stared at her, through her, right into her, and she felt her breath hitch. His gorgeous body was so solid, so strong. He was close to her and it felt so damn good; she lowered her gaze to his lips, dying to kiss him. Needing to be closer, as close as she could be. Aidan was wondering just how the hell he had ended up here: pressed up on Gabriela’s hot little body, her hands clutching him. His cock was pushed into her firm, curvy thigh, and her dark eyes were full of unspoken desire. The sight of that lust shocked him, exhilarated him. **** Gabriela Torres was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and she saw something she was never meant to see. A brutal murder. Now she’s hiding at Dangerous Curves, trying to convince herself she imagined it, that the killers never noticed her. She’s wrong. They know exactly who she is... and they’re coming. When it becomes clear Gabi is being hunted, the Curves men close ranks to protect her. But no one moves faster than Aidan Carter, the tough, steady man she’s been quietly in love with for years. Aidan has wanted Gabi for three long years, and when she moves in with him, the walls finally fall. He gives her safety, devotion, and everything he has. But when the Fallen Angels MC decides loose ends must be erased, protection may not be enough. As violence drags Gabi into darkness, Aidan faces his greatest fear: that love might not be strong enough to bring her back. And losing her would destroy him.

"You are trembling," Dante whispered, his hand sliding up my thigh, hidden beneath the white tablecloth of the crowded gala. "Please," I begged, the word tasting like ash in my mouth. "Please what?" He leaned in, his teeth grazing my ear, his grip on my leg tightening to a bruise. "Please stop? Or please... take me?" He dragged his thumb over my skin, ruining me in front of everyone, his eyes dark with a terrifying promise. "You belong to me, Evelina. And tonight... I’m going to make sure you scream it. *** Three million dollars. That was the price of my sister’s life. To save her, I sold myself to Dante Valenti. He is the king of Wall Street, a monster in a tailored suit who deals in acquisitions and ruin. He didn't just want my skills as a curator; he wanted me. My time, my freedom, and my absolute submission for five years. I thought I could withstand him. I thought I could keep my heart safe behind walls of hatred. But Dante doesn't just break walls; he burns them down. He strips away my defenses layer by layer, forcing me to play his dark, twisted games. He isolates me, controls me, and manipulates my reality until I don't know where the cage ends and I begin. He treats me like a prized artifact—something to be displayed, guarded, and owned. But as the lines between hatred and desire blur, I realize the terrifying truth: He doesn't just want to own my body. He wants to break my soul until I thank him for the chains.