Midnight Sins: A Spicy Compilation

Whirling around, I lunge at Nyla, pushing the door closed as I shove her up against it. She squeaks, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist as my arms bracket her head in place.“Dead to me still counts,” I say, pressing our foreheads together.Her hands come to my face, fingers cupping my jaw. “Not really.”Annoyed, and quickly growing more agitated by the second, I palm the base of her skull and crush my mouth to hers. My tongue forces its way inside, sweeping over her teeth and tangling with hers, warring for dominance. She lets out a tiny moan at the intrusion, and the vibration from it surges straight to my cock, which I grind into her.When she breaks away, she’s breathless. “Jonas, we should probably talk about this.”“After,” I insist, my voice gruff and hardly recognizable to even my ears. Trembling hands reach for her blouse, and I sink my fingers into the lacy fabric, pulling until it tears.“Hey!” She fists my hair as I uncover her tits, bending down to roll my to

Emily I’m still trying to make sense of the fact that I’m not recoiling. I’m responding. My hips shift involuntarily. My breath quickens. Thick, hot, danger coils inside me. And then suddenly, his finger plunges deep inside me, until his knuckles are pressed against my slick lips. A soft, broken sound escapes my throat. Oh God. It’s a moan. I just. Fucking. Moaned. Nico lets out a low, quiet, cold laugh. “I’d ask again,” he chuckles, “but I think we have our answer.” My face crumples a little when he slides his finger out and then rams it back in; deep, hard, conquering. My eyelids droop and my nipples tighten against the glossy wood as his thick digit begins to stroke in and out of me. He curls it slightly against my front wall, stroking my g-spot as my legs tremble and shake. “Are you fucking anyone right now, Emily?” Nico purrs. My breath hitches. I don’t respond. The sharp crack of his palm against my ass sends me jolting forward with a yelp. “Answer me.” “N-no,”

ChrisI know how wrong this is. Hell, I've known for weeks and yet it didn't stop me.I stare at her. Her pale skin and plump lips part as she looks around nervously-- trying to avoid my gaze.I drop my glass on the table and she flinches when the whiskey spills.She lets out a gasp, sharp and high in her throat, like the cold shocked her nerves and jolted her brain back into her body.Slowly, I turn to her.There's something so goddamn beautiful about this moment-her bare skin shining under the office lights, knees red from the hardwood floor, the curve of her spine glistening with the line of liquid sliding down it and over the tight swell of her ass.Her hands are still bound behind her by the white silk ribbon, wrists crossed at the small of her back. Knees spread.And her face...Her face is perfectly wrecked, ruined beauty: eyes wide. Cheeks flushed. Lip bitten raw from nerves, or trying not to beg. Maybe both.Probably both.I let the silence stretch out before I reach down, pl

trigger warning: CNC, rough sexZADEShe gasps sharply through the pressure on her windpipe as I reach up with my other hand, grab her ponytail in a fist, and yank her head back."For the fucking record," I growl, leaning close, "this is what is called asking for it."She whimpers again when I shove her away, sending her back onto the bed.I slide off and stalk across the floor to where I discarded my clothes, yanking my belt from the loops of my trousers with a tug that makes the leather snap.Malia's breath catches in a staccato tremble as I slowly turn to her. My eyes are dark as I prowl back to the bed. She's staring at me with eyes that suggest she's just realized exactly how much she's just tried to bite off when it comes to me.Too late if she wants to backpedal now.Way too late.Malia moans as I grab her wrists and wrap my belt tightly around them. She shudders as I tug her back roughly over the sheets until I've got her bound wrists pinned to the headboard.Leather wrapped a

NeroYou know when something wrong -- just feels so right? So right that you can't help how much you crave it.That's how this.... thing, with Milena feels.Her hands are a blur as they yank up her dress and shove under it. A humming, whining sound comes from her throat as her arms jerk, fingers rubbing hard under the fabric.Seeing her on her knees, precum and spit all over her face, throating my cock while she frantically rubs her clit, desperate to come, pushes me over the edge.With a groan, I ram deep into her throat and then pull out. Milena gasps for air, thick strands of spit dangling between her lips and my cock as I wrap my hand around it and stroke.It only takes two pumps before I feel my balls draw up tight."Open that pretty princess mouth, baby," I groan.She moans as she opens wide, a look of pleasure on her face as she rubs her pussy.The first rope of cum lands hot and heavy across her tongue. The next one on her lips and chin. I hiss darkly, pumping my swollen dick