Thrilling Stories Novels & Stories

Salty, sweet, messy, everything that proved I was theirs. By the time the sun was higher in the sky, my body was covered in their release. Sticky white trails ran down my tits, pooled in my belly button, and slid down my thighs in slow rivers. More leaked from both holes, thick and warm, dripping to the sheets in little puddles. I was trembling all over, legs shaking nonstop, arms too weak to hold me up anymore. My voice was hoarse from moaning and screaming the whole morning, my throat was raw, and my lips were swollen, but I felt more satisfied than I had ever been.

His cock was already wet as he continued to rub it against Allison pussy lips. Allison was already soaking wet. Thunder grabbed both of the lady's legs and spread them wide. He centered his large cock in the waiting hole of his friend's mother. He pushed halfly his cock hard in her pussy until it split half. Allison screamed at what Thunder did. "Ah, you're so big, fuck!" the lady groaned. "What’s big in me?" Thunder teased. "I d-don’t know…” Allison’s voice shook. Thunder thrust hard again. "Answer me, Allison. What’s huge in me?”

I was insanely scared of heights and looking down at the pool was getting to me. But when he thrust into me again, the fear disappeared, replaced by the thrill of facing my fears while getting railed into oblivion. My heart was palpitating. I was scared, I was needy and I was nervous. He pushed inside my hole until he was completely inside me. Then his thrusts turned fast, wet slapping sounds filling the air. “So fucking tight.” “Oh god,” I moaned, my hands holding onto the rail so hard my knuckles had turned white.

My finger delved inside my wetness, thrusting with rhythm and circling the swollen clit with a moan that echoed off the walls. I pictured them both, Elias's mouth on my neck and Thorne's eager hands parting my thighs. I came hard, whispering their names as I bucked, biting the pillow to muffle my cries. Waves crashed through me, my pussy clenching around my fingers and my juices soaking the sheets, but the release only sharpened my hunger, leaving me gasping, skin flushed and nipples aching. These men were unraveling me without even having to do anything. And I loved it.

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Too hard. I cried out around the tendril, my hips bucking against the air,my thick thighs locked around the ribbons that impaled me. My cunt clenched hard, spasming around them, pulling them deeper. They didn’t stop. They slowed. They waited. They built me up again. I whimpered, shaking. My wrists was still held in place and my body was a trembling mess. Thalor watched, eyes glowing with dark satisfaction. “Do you like being taken this way?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.

3. JAYLA I lay on my mother’s bed, body still trembling from the relentless fucking on the couch, my red lingerie twisted and soaked. My pussy throbbed openly, aching and empty, leaking a steady trickle of my cream onto the expensive sheets. Dickson stood over me, his thick cock glistening with my juices, chest rising and falling as he stared down at me like a man finally unwrapping something he’d craved for years.

He didn't use a condom; he didn't care about the risks, only the reward of claiming her completely in the middle of her own sanctuary. He grabbed her ankles and shoved her legs wide, pinning them against his waist. With one brutal, driving thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt. Sloane screamed, the sound echoing through the empty office, her internal muscles clamping tight around him in a desperate grip. The sensation was overwhelming, a flood of pleasure and pain that blurred the edges of her vision. He began to hammer into her, his pace frantic and relentless, each strike hitting her cervix with a force that made her entire body shudder.

We were the perfect love story, and we could have remained so…if only I hadn’t…. “Liv, what do you want?” Mark asked, snapping me out of my thoughts again. My eyes darted over the menu, “Ummh, could you order for me. I need to use the restroom real quick.” I barely heard his response as I literally sprinted towards the restroom. Have you ever been horny? I don’t mean that little urge you feel when you’re next to a man you like. I’m talking about full blown crazy need for sex. You can feel your blood dancing, your heart racing, your cunt wet and so full that something as simple as your thong grazing against your clit is electrifying.