Wet Desires Novels & Stories

A quiet whine escaped my throat as my hands lost all strength, sliding up his broad shoulders Everything inside me clenched tight, a wave of liquid heat rushing straight to my core. I knew with every fiber of my being that I was doing something terribly wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself. I was entirely consumed by him. Archie pulled back just a fraction of an inch, his lips brushing against mine as he growled deeply, his breath hot and uneven. “You are already wet, aren’t you?” The sheer bluntness of his words made my eyes widen, but before I could reply, his hand slid down my waist, hooking under the hem of my dress. His long fingers glided slowly up my inner thigh, the heat of his palm sea

His sex was quivering inside her, and he was tormented with desire. An awful yet sweet cry was muffled by soft lips over her mouth, Sumire was shuddering violently in his warm embrace but Mort lifted her on top of him and whispered between their intense and hungry kisses as the tip of their noses touched. Just as Sumire felt her climax, Mort paused, gasped, and impaled her with a deep thrust. As they came together, their eyes met, burning with fierce desire. "I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take me. To let those sensations take control of you. To just make you feel and not resist the pleasure I cast upon you."

The desire between us is so intense that I admire her breasts with rigid nipples, caught in the act, nearly drooling as I look at my cock submerged in the water, completely hard. Lyana feels the electricity and the insane way it’s deadly, surrounded by water, with her hair standing on end as she tries to squeeze her thighs together to ease the ache. I rise from the bathtub, standing next to her, blowing against her bare shoulder, making her let out a moan. Our gazes exchange complicity. It’s pure desire, and for the first time since I laid eyes on this woman in that hospital, I’m in fucking paradise. “After dinner, I’ll satisfy all those dirty desires written in your gaze,” I murmur against

Despite how it hurt that night when he left, the dampness of my thighs told me that I was ready for him to take me again. [But wait. Was he going to leave me again after that?] My body stiffened, but his warm fingers rubbing against my bust, left a wild desire rampaging in me. In the heat of the moment, I wanted him to strip me and do whatever beastly stuff he wanted with me.

Being the other woman felt like whoring even though I wasn't sleeping with him; it felt wrong. We finished breakfast, and James and I went upstairs to get ready. The moment we stepped into the bedroom. He pulled me into his arms and embraced me. Hugging me tightly, he crashed his lips against mine and began to kiss me desperately. My body was betraying me, and I did not know what to do. He travelled to my neck and grazed his teeth against where a mark should be. Sucking the skin, I moaned and felt wetness pool between my legs. My body wanted him. My wolf craved him. I pressed my thigh together to control myself while I moaned. This was unfair. He was skilful, and I was untouched; how the fuc

Why should I let a semi naked lady—a stranger—sit on my lap, dance and get me hard? Yet here I am. Getting one. Loving it. Wanting more. “Let me touch you,” I beg. Desiree shakes her head. “No.” Fuck my life. She's going to ruin me. I swear I’ve never been this hard in my life, and I’ve lived for over four decades. Her wet hair is dripping all over me, yet it's not enough. I want more. I want other parts of her—other wettable parts to drip on me too. I’d do anything to be out of these cuffs, to touch her. Just one touch. I want to see if her skin is as soft as it looks.

Oh, God! I squeezed my legs together and I gasped after realizing that I'm soaking wet. Oh no! No! This can't be. I am desiring Nicholas Sanford. This is insane! I had a wet dream. I dreamed about Nicholas Sanford pleasuring me. I'm in a relationship with Edward, but why does desiring Nicholas Sanford feel so right and wrong at the same time?

Everthing I Want Hycinth The water pounded onto my skull, hot and burning. Steam billowed in the space around me, clouding the air and fogging up the transparent glass walls, making it impossible to see through them. Not that I could see anyway. My eyes were red and puffy, swollen from my tears. I listened to the sound the water made coming out of the shower head. It echoed in my ears, resounding with its own heartbeat in my head. I was desperate for it to drown out all of my other senses -to make me numb. I wanted to forget what I'd just seen...what I'd just heard. The tortured wails of a shewolf, unfathomable, heart-wrenching cries of pain ripping from her throat. Her mate, on his knees, c

Warmth ran between my legs, leaving an emptiness behind I was scared only he could fill. My fingers did the job again. I had it bad. So bad. I wanted this man like I hadn’t even known you could want a man. Throwing the covers back, I slid my hands down my thighs and felt how moist my panties was. This was not right, I shouldn't claim to hate a man yet desire his touch in this manner. With the scratchy sound of flame in my heart, I closed my eyes again pushing two fingers into my pussy. It went in easily as I was already so wet that I could hear the pop sounds it made each time I slid my fingers through.

My chest rises and falls too fast. “Just my shirt,” I whisper. His breath hitches. “You’re not wearing anything under?” “Yes.” “That’s good.” His voice lowers in that way I remember. “Touch yourself for me.” The want hits hard. I drag my hand down my stomach, fingers trembling and wait. I need him to lead. I need him to want this the way I do. “Now rub slow. Let me hear you,” he says. “Good. Just like that.” “Yeah,” I slip my fingers inside my pussy, warmth flooding me. “I’m already wet.”