Erotics Novels & Stories

He jumped at her touch, and she pulled at his pants. Suddenly, in a swift gesture, he took off her tshirt and sweater. She shook herself out her bra, and he leaned down to lick the puckering pink nipple. She was flooded with warmth and could feel herself getting wet. She’d been saving herself for a special occasion and a special man, but her body screamed instead, now, now, now. His lips were circling her nipples, while his leg spread her thighs wide so that she could ride against him. She rubbed herself against his leg, grinding against him, using the desk as leverage to find a place she wanted to reach, if only, if only….She wanted to touch him. She reached out to feel his cock and they bo

he suggested as he helped me stand in front of him. I rested my hands on his head, as Eric leaned forward swiping his tongue against my wetness. I groaned in delight, “More,” I said tilting my hips forward. He swiped his tongue through my lips, reaching my clit and gently bit down. My hands gripped Eric’s hair as I helped move his tongue against my body, creating the friction I knew would carry me over the edge.

Azrael. Towering. Horned. Skin like polished obsidian that seemed to absorb the light. His eyes glowed molten gold as they locked onto me. Muscles rippled across his massive chest and arms. And between his powerful thighs hung the most terrifying, beautiful cock I had ever seen. Thick as my wrist, ridged, already leaking glowing precum that smelled like sin and dark honey. My mouth went dry. My pussy clenched hard. “What have we here?” His voice rolled like thunder wrapped in silky velvet. “A little mortal witch playing with forces she cannot control.”

I could already feel the tip of my cock leaking with pre cum. Her fingers are buried deep, sliding in and out with wet, obscene squelches, her knuckles slick with her own juice. Each thrust pulls another needy sound from her throat, desperate and guttural. The p**n playing on her laptop blares in the background, moans, groans, whimpers, but she’s louder, filthier, like she’s been chasing an orgasm that won’t come.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

Naglakad ang malaking lalaki papunta sa pintuan, pero nakaharang sa dadaanan niya si Eros na malagkit ang tingin sa kanya, "Excuse me..." Isang makahulugang ngiti ang gumuhit sa mukha ni Eros bago hinawakan ang braso ni Baron at bahagya itong pinisil-pisil, "Bakit ka naman aalis? Dito ka lang kasi mag-uusap-usap pa tayong apat, hindi ba? And you seem to be a little tense... I think you need a good massage. Maybe a little rough and hard so we can ease the tension on your muscles... I would gladly do it for you..."

Troy said firmly before pressing his lips to Eric’s. The kiss was forceful, commanding, yet it ignited something in Eric that he couldn’t suppress. Troy’s hand trailed down, gripping Eric's d*ck through his trousers. The unexpected touch drew a sharp, shuddering gasp from Eric, his body betraying him as a throaty groan escaped his lips.