Twisted Series Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

She whispered in a seductive tone while I pushed her panties aside to find her wet pussy. "Is it so? Then why are you wet, Ms. Perez?" I whispered, running my fingers along her slick folds and she gripped my shirt tightly, grinding herself against my fingers. "I guess your dirty mind is rubbing off on me," she smirked, quoting me from before and ran her hands through my hair as I inserted two fingers inside her entrance. "Fuck, you are so tight, baby." I spoke against her skin as she buried her head between the crook of my neck. We were suddenly interupted by the loud ringing of my phone and I cursed under my breath.

Liam watched every second, occasionally leaning down to kiss me or whisper filthy praise in my ear. “You’re taking it so well, princess. I’ve never been more proud of how much of a cock-hungry slut you’ve become.” The curiosity burning inside me grew darker and stronger. How long could they keep me tied here? How many loads would it take before I truly couldn’t handle any more? Would I beg them to keep me like this for days? Hours blurred together in a haze of ropes, cocks, cum, and endless orgasms. When they finally untied me, my limbs were weak and trembling, but my eyes still burned with insatiable hunger.

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy

I'd speed up, making her drop the book, lost in pleasure. The plot twisted when our parents called—they were coming home early. Panic set in, but it fueled the fire. Our last night, I took her slow, building tension one last time. Kisses turned to bites, thrusts from gentle to feral. I fucked her missionary, then flipped to cowgirl, letting her ride me. Her tits bounced, innocent face contorted in ecstasy. "Harder," she demanded, grinding down. I thrust up, meeting her, our bodies in sync. She came twice before I filled her, it was risky but the forbidden thrill made it hotter.

It was more violent than the first one, fracturing him into pieces. With his mind gone, he was only aware that she was falling again. Then her mouth on his shoulder, sucking on his heated skin. Then she bit. She latched on like a vampire lover would, triggering something uncontrollable. It didn’t stop. His head exploded and reformed, only to explode again. He’d never come for so long and so hard in his life. When he finally pulled back, he was trembling. Breathless. Raw. Destroyed. Was he fucking dying?

He replies me and says, “Hmmm, young adult romance, and a book series. I think I know the perfect book for you.” He takes my hand and leads me to another part of the library and we finally stop in front of a book shelf. He runs his hand over the books until he stops over a book with a blue cover. He pulls it out and hands it to me, the title of the book is Twisted Love by Ana Huang. I look up at him and I tell him, “I have read this book already, I was not able to read the rest of the books in the series though. Are they here?”

I gently bite her lower lip, making her gasp and groan when I shove my tongue inside her mouth. I let go of her hands and one of her hands is now buried in my hair while the other is at the back of my neck, pulling my head even closer to hers. Guess who is getting some good sex tonight? (Yes!! A spicy chapter next!!)

“Remember, you asked me to book a private session after this. Look at you; you’re already losing your mind. Are you sure you want to go through with that? You’re going to lose your head tonight.” Too late. I’d already lost it. I wasn’t even hearing him anymore. His voice turned into background noise, like static. All I could focus on was how Spicy twisted around the pole, her hair cascading like silk, sliding over the thick curves of her body. My throat went dry. My chest was tight. I couldn’t sit still. “Are you even listening to me?” Scott’s voice cut louder, fighting the speakers.

Both of our breathing became rough, and I began to moan loudly. With a swift movement, he turned to me and crashed his lips on mine. It was not a sweet kiss, but one full of fiery passion. His tongue entered my mouth at the same time his other hand pinched my nipple vigorously. His hands and mouths were all working on my body at the same time, and I lost my senses and screamed as an orgasm touched me.

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.