Novels by Peter Oyewole

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2Seraph finally climbed on top of him. She swung one leg over his hips and positioned herself above his aching cock. The heat from her pussy hovered just above his swollen head.Dorian’s body trembled from the long hours of teasing. His cock throbbed painfully. It was dark red and slick with precum. Seraph gripped the base with one hand. She sank down slowly onto his aching cock.The tight wet heat enveloped the head first. Her pussy lips stretched around his thickness. She lowered herself inch by inch. The slick walls gripped him firmly.Dorian felt every ridge and pulse as she took every inch deep inside her wet pussy. The warmth surrounded his entire length. Her juices coated him completely. She settled fully with her ass resting against his hips. Her inner muscles clenched around him.She started riding him hard and fast. Seraph lifted her hips until only the head remained inside. Then she slammed down again. The bed shook with every powerful m

THE AGENCY PENTHOUSE PLAYROOM PT 2She took her time teasing him. She reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out a long soft feather. The feather had a smooth handle and delicate vanes. She dragged it slowly over his right nipple.The light touch made the skin tighten immediately. Dorian’s nipple hardened into a small peak. She circled the feather around it again and again. The sensation was ticklish and arousing at the same time. His chest rose and fell faster.She moved the feather to his left nipple. She brushed it back and forth until both nipples stood sensitive and flushed. Dorian moaned low in his throat. He pulled against the cuffs. The chains rattled loudly but held his arms stretched wide. His wrists pressed hard into the leather.The feather traveled lower. It traced slow lines down the center of his stomach. His muscles twitched under the gentle strokes. The feather reached the base of his hard cock. She dragged it along the underside of his shaft from bottom to t

THE AGENCY PENTHOUSE PLAYROOM PT 1Seraph led Dorian into her private top-floor suite after the agency party ended. The penthouse playroom had soft dim lights along the walls. A large four-poster bed stood in the center with dark wood posts and crisp white sheets.Dorian was twenty-six years old. He felt nervous but excited. His hands shook a little at his sides. Seraph was older than him. She moved with confidence and always stayed in control.She closed the heavy door and locked it with a soft click. The lock sounded final in the quiet space. “Tonight is your real orientation,” she said with a wicked smile.Her eyes looked him up and down slowly.“Strip completely.” She ordered Dorian.He started with his shirt. He pulled the fabric over his head. The cool air in the room touched his bare chest right away and his skin prickled.Next, he unbuckled his belt, he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. His underwear came off last. His cock hung heavy between his legs. It was alre

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 2When Atlas couldn’t take it anymore, Lyric stood up. She took his hand and pulled him onto the stage. Under the bright lights, she lifted her skirt, sat on the edge of the stage, and ordered him to kneel. Atlas dropped to his knees without hesitation. Lyric spread her legs wide. Her pussy was still wet and swollen from riding him earlier. Cum from their first round leaked slowly down her inner thighs.Atlas moved forward and buried his face between her thighs. He licked her eagerly, running his tongue from her entrance up to her clit in long strokes. The taste of their mixed juices filled his mouth. Lyric moaned and grabbed his hair with both hands. She pulled his face tighter against her. Atlas pushed his tongue deep inside her, fucking her with it in steady strokes. Wet sucking sounds echoed across the empty stage. The bright lights shone down on them, highlighting every detail of his mouth working between her legs. He licked back up to he

THE EMPTY THEATER AFTER THE SLAM PT 1Lyric locked the heavy stage door with a loud click. The slam poetry night had ended, and the theater was completely empty. The audience had gone home, and the last crew member had just left. Atlas, the tall, quiet sound technician who had been watching her all night, was still inside. He turned around in surprise.Lyric smiled and walked toward him slowly, her hips swaying. “You’re not leaving yet,” she said softly.Atlas swallowed hard. She could see the hunger in his eyes, and without another word, she pushed him backward until he dropped into a seat in the front row. The stage lights were still on, casting a soft glow over them.Lyric climbed onto his lap, straddling him, and pressed her body against his. She could already feel how hard he was through his jeans. Lyric started moving her hips in slow, teasing circles on Atlas’s lap. The heat between her thighs pressed down against the thick bulge in his jeans. She leaned close to his ear an

THE TOUR BUS BUNK AT 4AM PT 2The following week, everyone had gone to bed after the tour Zarael got up again and went to Kao bed. She got on her knees and pulled his shorts. She took his soft dick in her hand and sucked on it until it got hard and Kao woke up from the sensation. Opening his eyes, Koa pulled her up and kissed her fiercely before he positioned her on him.“I was kinda hoping you would come tonight,” he whispered to her.“I would have,” Zarael smiled before settling down on his dick as her pussy swallowed it.She sighed as he pushed into her fully and started moving as fast as he could without waking anyone while she rode on him.“Fuck, I’m close,” she whispered moaned.“Fuck yeah,” Koa groaned as he moved with her.Zarael was close to coming when Koa suddenly flipped her over onto all fours. The bunk was small and tight, but he did not care. He pulled her hips back, lined up his thick cock, and thrust deep inside her in one smooth motion. Zarael gasped as he filled h