Wet Desires Novels & Stories

“You’re already soaking wet for me. You're practically begging for my cock, Mira?” ​My breath stuttered. I bit my lower lip, trying, but failing to hold back the needy sound rising in my throat. ​“Vee…” My fingers shook as I reached for his shirt, a sultry, desperate smile breaking across my face. My fingers fumbled blindly, tugging at his buttons, clumsy with hunger. “Yes, I want you inside me. I need to know what you’d feel like in my tight, wet pussy. I want to hear that wet sound of your dick digging into my soaked, slippery entrance... please...”

“I can feel how wet you are. I want to hear you say it.” “Yes,” I whimpered. “Yes, Azeem. I'm so fucking wet for you.” His grip tightened. “Show me,” he whispered. “Show me how wet.” I didn't hesitate. My hand slid down my body, past my stomach, past the hem of my sundress. I pushed my fingers past the waistband of my undies to the slick heat waiting there. My cunt was dripping, swollen, and aching. I pulled my hand back out and pressed my wet fingers against his lips.

He seemed to get the idea and sank his fingers as deep as he could get… spreading her labia, stroking her clit with the other hand. “You nerdy slut,” he whispered, his voice low, intoxicating. “Ride my fingers,” he said. “I won’t,” she said, trembling. “I don’t want this.” But as he tried to pull his fingers away, she shamelessly moved her hips to match him, desperate for friction… craving every inch. His hands moved faster now, when he added a third finger she was so wet that it felt right, fingers perfectly angled, teasing her G-spot. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, breathless. “Like a fountain.”

He stabbed his tongue as far in her hot wet hole as he could then swirled it around before moving up to suck her emerging clitoris. "Ah yes babe eat me good" she whispered while she used both hands to hold his head to her. Both Mike and Dan were eating pussy like it was going out of style, tongues and lips sucking and licking, fingers helping to stroke in and out of those wet slick sleeves of love. Donna was in another world while Dan's talented tongue teased the wetness from her hot cunt, she looked over and the sight of Mike's head buried between her friends white thighs was so erotic she knew she wouldn't last much longer.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I typed the name of the website into the search bar. The screen loaded, revealing a sleek black-and-gold homepage with bold letters: **Welcome to DesireMatch — Where Fantasies Come to Life.** My breath caught. A seductive image of intertwined hands filled the background, fingers laced together in a way that was both intimate and possessive. Below it was a simple prompt: **Ready to explore your desires? Fill out the form and take the first step.** I swallowed hard, my fingers hovering over the screen. I tapped the button to begin.

Sweat dripped from his temple onto my chest. “Say it. Tell me what you want.” “I want you to come in me,” I gasped. “Please—fill me up—” “Not good enough.” “I want you to breed me. I want to marry you. I want to be your wife and Jake’s stepmom while you keep fucking me like this every night.”

Linda kept me all night, blabbering about Iñigo this and Iñigo that. "There this brightest blue like cool watery ocean blue, and he has green and silver fleck around his orbs. It's just so ugh so sexy — And his hair... His hair, looks so soft and is the color of chocolate... His jawline is so perfect his cheek bones are flawless!" Janeth groaned. My eyes widened at her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips. "Okay Janeth, how about we change the subject, yeah?" "I just can't wait for the ice ball, Sam. I have this sexiest dress that I can't wait for him to see. You do know we have to wear a mask right?" she said, her hazel eyes still wide.

he told me as his fingers tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against his body and my half naked body shivered. I wore nothing except a revealing silk gown, "you seem to speak so much on sexual desires, Master Abigor, do you not wish to have some romance between us?" "There is much romance in sexual desires. Nonetheless, I do find myself to be quite the romantic gentleman. If you must know I will spend all waking moments with you. I wish to listen to you sing for me as I play the piano. I wish to watch you dance in the privacy of our bedroom and I wish to dance with you, swaying to the music played by an orchestra at a Ball where all eyes will be on us. I wish to kiss you as though my li

“And I know exactly how much you love my cock.” Heat rushed through me, pooling low, and he smirked, sensing every flicker of desire I tried to deny. “There it is,” he whispered, his voice dark with satisfaction. “The way you melt for me, it’s enough to drive a man insane. You can pretend all you want, but we both know the truth.”

He said as his eyes scanned my attire and look. His pent-up sexual frustration must be high. His eyes widened. "Shit did I say that out loud?" He shook his head in disbelief, yet he found it amusing. I smiled at him. "Am I right or am I right?" I asked him as if I knew the answer. He leaned closer towards me — Leveling himself to my ears. "Are you offering to be my release?" I froze. I couldn't get any word out of my mouth. "Yeah, I thought so. you just got a big ass mouth." He pulled away from my ears.