Wet Desires Novels & Stories

But the look in his eyes… The raw, desperate need… made my resistance crumble. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. He smiled, slow and wicked. "First, I want you to touch yourself.” I hesitated for only a moment, then leaned back on my hands, spreading my legs wide. My skirt was still hanging up around my waist, my pussy exposed. I looked directly into the lens as I slid two fingers through my pussy, collecting the mixture of his cum and my own wetness, then brought them to my mouth, tasting it

“Go on, little kitten, whimper for more. Confess that you've always admired and longed for me.” I should have denied it but I was no longer in my right senses and I cried out, my voice trembling. “Yessss Boss, I have always wanted this.” His cap nudged at the entrance of my vagina again. “Now beg for it, beg like you mean it. Like you need it.” “I want you to fuck me, fast and hard until all my misery is fucked away. pleaseeee.” I moaned helplessly as shudders wracked my body and my pussy gripped his dick, pulling it in and that seemed to do the trick.

"That sounds suspiciously like a list of things you don't want." "Then let me try again." He paused. "I want a life with you. I want to know what makes you happy when no one is watching. I want to be there when Barry loses his first tooth or decides he hates school or changes his mind about being an architect. I want to argue with you about ridiculous things and know that an argument doesn't mean we're about to lose each other." Penelope's eyes softened. "I want those things too." "And I want us to be honest when we don't know what we're doing."

Two fingers stroked through my folds, and I knew the second he felt how wet I already was because he exhaled hard against the back of my neck. “You’re dripping and I haven’t even done anything yet.” His voice was rough. “Does your boyfriend get you this wet, Ava?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. He pushed two fingers inside me without warning. The stretch made me gasp. He fucked them into me in slow, deep strokes, curling against a spot that sent sparks up my spine. My arms trembled. I stared at the wood grain of his desk and tried to keep quiet. “Answer me.”

One touch is never enough. From a devout preacher's wife who hides her insatiable thirst behind the pulpit, to a mysterious stranger who offers a night of pleasure with no names and no limits. Every encounter is electric. Every kiss, a claim. Hearts will race. Bodies will ache. And once you give in to the flesh… there’s no turning back.

I was already so ready and wet for him. A mischievous chuckle passed from his lips after he saw my desperation but he was a sweet, manipulating lover. He wouldn't give me pleasure when I craved him. I barked at him impatiently, " Just fuck now, Ares!" He chuckled dark, parting my thighs wide to look into my dripping core. When he saw me wet, he sucked a deep breath and rubbed a finger around it asking, " Are you wet for me, Princess?" I nodded for him vigorously in my clouded thoughts and desire. Swallowing, I muttered like a shameless bitch,

His growing arousal pressing against my belly and my body became even aware. Is this what lust feels like? The feeling of desperation for extreme pleasure. Like a drug that made you needy, excited and eager for more. It was all that was pumping through my veins now. My lips were suddenly so dry and I darted my tongue out to lick it. His hands came to my lips tracing them with his fingers. "My head is filled with dirty thoughts and I don't want to taint you with them. At the same time, I want to be the one to corrupt you but you are not mine, at least not yet."

That was how wet she was. It embarrasses her how only his smoldering gaze was making her writhe underneath him, squirming and almost combusting with almost punishing want for him but yet she couldn't deny the fire that coarse through her skin, that ignited her and reminded her how real, raw and carnal the desire pulsing underneath her skin was. It was unbelievable, it was more than anything she has experienced before, it was torture. She gazed at him underneath her lashes, pure desperation in her eyes.

I feel weird things inside my damn heart, it's throbbing. I was captured, tantalized, and mesmerized by her beauty. Yeah, I admit that she is damn gorgeous and almost perfect! But when I deny it to myself, I'm definitely fooling myself. Crazy, man! Damn! Shit! I snapped back to reality, but it can't help as I just found myself smiling at her picture right now, even after staring at it and closing the phone's screen. I collapsed back onto the bed. The hell, Adam! What have you done?!

I knew he was tired, so I just lay with him in bed, and soon we both fell asleep. I did not wake until night. I woke up feeling weird. My mouth was dry, and it was as if I was running a fever. I felt my inside burning, and the heat that radiated between my legs was aching and seeking satisfaction. I went to the shower and switched the cold water on; I stood under it, and it helped cool me down immediately, but my pussy was clenching uncontrollably, and I was tempted to touch myself, but I knew it wouldn't work. I needed Luke to ease the ache. I sat on the floor in the shower, writhing with pain and lust. I could not speak. I pulled the towel with his scent, and I breathed it in. It helped a