Novel & Cerita Adult Fantasy Book

Drop them in the comments! In the meantime, I’d be starting a new book real soon! And guess what? It’s a werewolf dark fantasy. A big jump from young adult romance--I know. You can read the excerpt below! It’ll be out real soon so be on the lookout for it too! Again, thank you very much for all the love on Played In Thirty Days, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon! Excerpt of my New Book...

Jennifer: Shrug emoji. I decided to take a different tack. This time, rather than pick safe, general stories, I chose a bunch of different categories and sent my favorites from each. One was romantic, about a couple falling in love. The next was about a wife who sleeps with another man. Another had a husband bringing in his best friend for a threesome. I chose one that had some bondage (not my thing, but I picked a story that was highly rated). I sent a Lesbian story and a Gay male one (again, I relied on the ratings). I linked a story about watching two people have sex in the woods, and one about a girl riding a sybian for the first time. I skipped two categories: nonconsent and incest. As

Within minutes she’d completed her task and I was once again alone with Abigail. “Now, princess, where were we?” she said as she flashed me her most alluring smile. “Oh yes, I was about to prepare your body to receive my prince.” “I told you to leave me alone and I meant it,” I snapped. “If you don’t allow me to do this you’ll regret it,” she said in a low, sultry growl. “I’m not a lesbian,” I said defensively. “Nor am I,” she replied. “I’m a highly sexual vampire doing my master’s bidding.”

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

Playing it cool daylan cleared his throat and brief her about the company and things she has to do as his secretary while the thoughts of what happened last night kept replaying, he couldn't forget the sound of her moans, how tight she was when his dick was buried deep inside her. Faye left after the meeting leaving a tortured Daylan in his office. Sighing for the hundredth time, she entered her office noticing Anthony wasn't in his, she immediately started her work rereading every business proposal and of course still thinking about her last escapade and the shock of her life when she realized she had sex with her new boss. "I wish I can just think of something else", she sighed softly. Her

Her pussy glistened with arousal, lips puffy and twitching, clit already begging. She whimpered. Then something touched her. A warm enchanted tendril ran along the folds of her cunt. Not rough nor gentle but curious. “So wet already,” he murmured. “You’re aching to be used. Do you fantasize about being forced, little acolyte? Being taken on the altar while your sisters pray above?” “Stop it—gods, stop—” Another tendril flicked her clit. She jerked violently. Her mouth opened in a moan before she could stop it.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

I knew I had to let my fantasy come to life. It started with Rafe. I walked past his room late at night, heard him groan my name under his breath. I pushed the door open. He froze, hand wrapped around his cock, eyes dark and wild. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” “I did.” I stepped in. Slowly. Locked the door. He kissed me like he was starving. His lips crushed mine as his hands roamed my body, pulling up my shirt, yanking down my shorts. I gasped when his fingers slid between my legs—he didn’t waste time.

The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behavior without consent or responsibility. This book may feature content that explores various sexual dynamics, fantasies, and preferences. All encounters are consensual in nature, even if they unfold in daring or unconventional contexts. However, if you're uncomfortable with mature themes or erotic storytelling, this book may not be for you. --- Legal & Copyright Notice