Thriller Stories Short Novels & Stories

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

I pulled my panties to one side and slipped a finger into my pussy. I was so fucking wet, and I loved it. I pulled my fingers out and tasted my wetness. It was delicious. I slowly sucked on my fingers like a slut. God, I needed to punish myself. I flung the book away as I used my other hand to grope my tits. I pulled down my panties and thrust two fingers into my pussy. "Fuck!" I let out a moan. I brought my other hand down to my clit and stroked it as I fingered myself.

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Chapter 1 My fingers hovered over the send button longer than they should have. The thesis chapter looked perfect; tight analysis on Victorian repression and hidden longing but exhaustion had made me careless. I’d attached the wrong document from my desktop, the one I swore no one would ever see. My private journal. The raw late-night fantasies I poured out after Professor Brandy’s lectures, when his voice still echoed in my head like smoke. I hit send anyway. It was midnight and it was too late to fix it.

I snap. “Anyone else?” “No, sir.” The two men exchange looks. Thirst Trap nods. “Good girl. You get another reward.” A sigh of relief escapes me as Thirst Trap resumes his position behind me and continues getting me off with his hand. His skin against mine makes the experience so much better. Within no time, the pressure builds again, even stronger this time, and my inner muscles start to tighten. My legs start to shake, and First Guy tightens his hand around my throat, making me feel like I’m floating. Rhythmic contractions of my core muscles follow as I hit an explosive climax.

Emma’s eyes widened. She’d suspected he was big rumors in the secretarial pool were vicious but seeing it was different. Thick, veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum. At least nine inches and so heavy it barely stood straight. “Open.” She parted her lips. He didn’t ease in. He gripped her ponytail and fed her every inch in one long stroke until her nose pressed against his pelvis and her throat convulsed around him. “Fuck, that’s perfect,” he groaned. “Look at me while I use your throat.”

He fucked my face roughly for a full minute, making me gag and drool all over his shaft before pulling out. “Again.” I was learning fast. The constant buzzing in my pussy made it hard to concentrate, but the threat of another throat fucking motivated me like nothing else. By the third round I was getting most answers right. My voice trembled as I recited cell structures and processes, thighs squeezing together while the vibrator worked me closer to the edge. But then I blanked on a question about meiosis. Victor smiled darkly. “Open wide, baby girl.”

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

The thrusting of Rome's fingers began softly but progressively increased until he began to draw his fingers up and down quickly, causing Channy to go insane with delight. "Ohh God, Ohhh! Rome, Rome, Rome!" She groaned incessantly as Rome's hand strove his fingers up and down into her. The way he moved his hand and fingers stimulated her clitoris, amplifying her sensation. The seductive sound his hand makes is also pushing her over the edge. "Ahh!" When she finally reached the peak, she moaned loudly, and her thighs trembled. Channy was taking a breather. Her legs were still trembling from the intense orgasm she had just had. She opened her eyes, which she had previously closed while enjoying

BEFORE YOU READ You have ten seconds to run. Tropes: Forced proximity, size difference, breeding kink, and primal chase play. This story features a fugitive criminal fueled by adrenaline and testosterone invading your safe space. Expect dirty talk, roughness, and intense possessiveness. (***) Belle I never should have opened the door to fear. Or maybe, deep down, I was always waiting for it.