Twisted Love Sex Scenes Novels & Stories

Her walls clench tight around me, squeezing, pulling me in. I pull out. She cries out in protest. I grin, dropping my head between her thighs, my tongue finding her. Swirling. Coaxing. Pushing into her heat. Circling her swollen clit. She mewls. Cries out. Her legs hook over my shoulders, trembling as she climbs higher, higher, until she breaks. Until she soaks my tongue. “Fuck… Scar… I love you… I love you… I love you…” She cries. I freeze.

Teddy leans in close, rocking her hips around my fingers; the ones still lodged inside her wetness. Trish moans. She wraps an arm around Teddy’s neck and pulls her in for a kiss. I gape in bewilderment as the twins kiss. There’s nothing chaste about it. It’s wet and slurpy. I shift in the car seat, pulling my middle fingers in and out of Teddy at a fast rhythm. She tears her lips away from Trish and arches her back. “Fuck. That feels so good,” she moans. I keep at it, pleasuring her.

“Let them look. Let them see who you belong to.” Pleasure coils tight and vicious in my belly. I’m already close...embarrassingly close...and he knows it. He withdraws his fingers just as I’m about to tip over the edge. I cry out in protest, and then he’s on his knees behind me. He spreads me open with both hands and licks from my clit to my entrance, spearing inside like he can’t get enough. I cry out, trying to push back, but the rope keeps me pinned exactly where he wants me.

My fetish for pain was one that she didn’t understand much, but I knew that she usually clawed me by mistake; however, I never really minded anyway. “I fucking love you, Alexei…” she moaned, nearing her end with each thrust. My own strokes grew sloppier and grabbing her by her neck, I connected my lips with her own as my body shuddered. Her own body shook and feeling me twitch inside her was enough to set her off, forcing her climax out of her body in a squirt that had her body shaking. “Fuck…” I hissed, reaching my end inside her, filling her completely. Scarlett’s body shook and loosening her arms around me, I rode the two of us off as our hearts raced against our chests. My body collapsed

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

I pin her on the wall and kiss her senselessly; I don’t care about anything else, just her and me, the kiss and the stars. Inessa responds to my kisses with kisses, she tugs me by pulling my hair with her soft small hand, her hands are messaging them roughly, her body is shaking with needs, and, dude, I am loving this moment. I free my cock from my brief, it’s hard and motionless as a rod. I need to have this thing inside her wet pussy, otherwise, it will kill me, tear apart the lace thong she was wearing her dress, Inessa moans, and with a quick thrust, my cock is inside her.

She quickly rushed towards the living room as she pushed the door open, beaming with happiness. She sighed gently as she saw Mirabel's heels by the door. She had wanted the night all to herself, but Mirabel wasn't a stranger to begin with after all, she had settled the dispute between them. She steady her footsteps as she tiptoed inside. Emilia's face widened in horror as she took in the scene before her. Seated on the couch was Jason, and Mirabel was right on his lap with her arms around his neck, kissing like their lives depended on it.

This fleeting pleasure was the only thing that could make me forget that I once cried and faced my greatest devastation when I found out my child died because of my stupidity. Damn. I couldn’t think about that now—I couldn’t think about my child while I was having sex with a stranger. That same familiar feeling I’d experienced so often these past three months began to flood my head as my hips moved more wildly. I knew it was coming… “You’re moving too fast,” the man murmured between my breasts and whatever his lips were on. I let out a long moan—ignoring his complaint as the climax hit me hard. Not long after, I also felt the man on top of me reach his own climax almost simultaneously.

“This tight little hole is so pretty. I bet it would feel like heaven fucking it.” My stomach churns at the thought. I haven’t even had regular sex yet, let alone anal. Alexander is pushing me to my limits, and I fear I might break. And then he thrusts three fingers into my pussy, drawing that pleasure from me again. I can’t take my eyes off of him as he devours me from behind. His ice-blue eyes fixed on mine as he does. It’s hot and passionate, even if that passion is born from the flames of hatred. I finally understand what they mean when they say there is a fine line between love and hate. The emotions flooding me right now are so conflicting and I can feel the line between the two blurri