Adult Fantasy Romance Novels & Stories

Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

My skirt is hiked up to my waist, my legs spread out wide as I lean back on my elbows, my pussy weeping for his touch. “So wet and so creamy just for me. Is that right Bethany?” he asked with a deep, dark West African accent that only emphasized on the torture he was just about to unleash on me. “Yes, yes!” I breathed, biting the bottom of my lip to keep myself from moaning. Atiza drops to his knees between my thighs. He doesn't hesitate; he dives in, his mouth immediately finding my clit with a precision that makes my knees buckle.

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

“I’d spread my legs and let you lick me slow and gentle while I run my fingers through your hair. Then I’d pull you up and kiss you so you could taste both of us together.” We continued like that for a long while—trading soft, intimate fantasies, gentle moans, and sweet confessions. My touches remained light and soothing, occasionally pulling a quiet whimper or sigh from me. Bryan’s voice stayed warm and relaxed, punctuated by occasional low groans as he lazily played with himself. Eventually the conversation slowed into comfortable, sleepy murmurs. “Get some rest, my beautiful girl,” he said tenderly. “Dream of me. Of us doing this again… only closer next time. Maybe one day I’ll fly out to

I told him I wasn’t the one begging for distance every time things got real. The motherfucker left the next morning after we fucked for two hours straight and I still wasn’t satisfied. Trust me, the hours weren’t the problem—I just couldn’t get enough of it. He didn't grind my pussy as much as I'd fantasized it. He barely even touched the surface. What a waste! My fourth boyfriend didn’t even give an explanation. He just stopped replying to my messages after a night he called “perfect.” That night barely even beat what my hands could do for themselves. How could he call that ‘perfect’?

“Please, Jake.” He grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Mira’s face pressed into the pillow. He pulled her ass up so she was on her knees, back arched. His hand came down in a firm smack on one cheek. The sting made her moan louder. “Such a bad girl, wanting your best friend’s man,” he growled. But there was no anger in it, only heat. He lined up the head of his cock with her entrance and pushed in hard. Mira cried out as he filled her in one thrust. He was thick, and the stretch burned in the best way. Her pussy gripped him tight.

“We can’t do this. For fuck sake, you’re Elenaa’s friend, and you’re my daughter’s age mate. You are practically my daughter, too. This is not happening. This is wrong on every level, and I’m supposed to be the responsible one here.” His chest heaved under my palms, and I could feel the rigid tension in every muscle of his tall, powerful frame. The scent of cedar, whiskey and his own warm skin filled my senses, making my head spin. Years of stolen glances across dinner tables, accidental brushes in the hallway of his sprawling home, and the forbidden attraction I’d buried deep came rushing to the surface. My pulse thundered in my ears, but even as he spoke those responsible words, his finger

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

My mind flashed back to a time in high school when our group was hanging out. Andrew had been so excited, telling us that he had found the perfect way to please a girl orally on the Internet. We had all laughed at him, and for a few days, he had earned the nickname "Alphabet Andrew." Still, as he worked on my body, I wondered if he was writing out the alphabet with his tongue on my clit right then. I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic.

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