True Sexy Stories Novels & Stories

Isabella echoed, "We can't take more. Please fuck us." He groaned, cock leaking pre-cum on the sheets. "Beg proper. Lose those virginities together?" They nodded frantic, voices overlapping: "Yes, Daddy! Take our cherries. Breed us side by side." Dark fantasies spilled from him—climbing over Sophia first, cock rubbing her slick entrance. "Feel that, baby? Daddy's thick head teasing your tight hole." He pushed shallow—the stretch burning sweet, her walls gripping. "So pure. Gonna ruin you."

“And you want us both, don’t you?” “I do,” I answered quietly and smiled as Jake pressed his face into my neck. “No more lies or sec rets.” Julian nodded with a smirk while Jake echoed after me. “No more lies or secrets.” Erotica 4.

"Suck on it. Suck it off." He did and then moved his fingers inside her, first two then three because she was so wet. Tasha rolled her hips against his tongue, harder and faster the way her orgasm demanded, until an abrupt, long suckle from his lips sent her over the edge. As soon as her orgasm squeezed around his fingers, Reid got up and pulled off his pants. He flopped on his back and drew her on top of him, pushing inside her fast. "Ride this one out and take me with you. I know you can come harder than that."

Jake asked. Cole chuckled softly, the sound low and confident. “Simple. I make her fall for me first. Then I get her into bed.” “And?” they chorused,as if waiting for a very important message. “And I record it.” He replied,and I could picture the triumphant smile on his face.The guys exploded into laughter while my fingers tightened around the textbook so hard the edges dug into my skin. Heat rushed to my face,not embarrassment and definitely not humiliation. A tiny shiver ran down my spine at the thought of Cole wanting me at all.

"You wear these tight clothes, you walk around like you're in heat... and then you act all masoom. All innocent. But I know the truth. I know what a dirty girl you are underneath." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "I see the way you look at me, Ishita. I see the way your lips part, the way your breathing changes. I know you want me. I know you want me to fuck you right here on my desk, like the cheap little whore you are." "Yes, Sahab," she sobbed, the confession tearing from her throat. "Yes, I want it." A low, triumphant growl rumbled in his chest. "Good girl. Honesty is the first step."

“Every fucking inch of me inside you, stretching you, owning you. This pussy was made for my cock.” She sobbed. Her legs locked tighter around my waist. Her heels dug into my ass, forcing me deeper. The pleasure coiled like a live wire in my gut. It was hot and tight, almost painful. Her juices soaked us both, dripping down my balls, slicking my thighs, and pooling on the sheets. The scent of her, which was sweet, musky, and sex-drenched, filled my lungs with every breath.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

I lifted my hips for her without question, my skin feverish and desperate. When her mouth found me, I cried out. It was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced. Not just because of how good she was, though she was, but because it was her. Sienna. Devouring me like I was her favorite thing. Her tongue moved with sinful precision, fingers pressing in, circling, coaxing me closer with every gasp, every tremble of my thighs. My hands flew to her shoulders, gripping tightly. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, her hands slid up again, this time under my top, pinching and teasing my breasts with just enough force to send me shattering into a thousand pieces.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?