Adult Smut Books Novels & Stories

Grandma and me chapter 3 We had smoked pot together!! Like I would with one of my buddies. We had talked for hours and hours, worked together on the farm. I was beginning to realise that Grandma has needs, and she badly needed to be satisfied. I hugged her back, tightly. I was beginning to lose all apprehension about her being my Grandma, I was forming a really deep connection with her. She was so open and liberal with me, sharing everything. "I'm here now Grandma, anything you need, I will help you" I said back into her ear. She purred at this, and began rubbing her pussy on my thigh. I found my hands falling down her curvy mature back, until I planted them on her big round ass. Her titts w

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

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The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

Hiking the hem of my gown up my thighs, I jolt when his fingers connect with the crotch of my panties. I’m ashamed the spot is already soaked. He rubs my pussy through my panties, pressing his thumb down on my clit before shoving his finger into my hole together with my panties. It’s crazy and dirty, but that’s exactly the kind of man Mr Walter is. What sane man fucks their help right under their wife’s nose anyway?

Cool air kissed my skin, exposing the delicate black lace thong I’d worn. Damien’s palm smoothed over my ass, almost gentle, before he hooked two fingers into the thin strap and ripped the lace aside with a sharp tear. I gasped at the sudden exposure. “You're a greedy little slut,” he said, his voice thick with dark satisfaction. “You’re already soaked for the man who just bought your soul.” He used thick fingers to spread my folds. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, fighting the moan rising in my throat. When he circled my swollen clit with brutal precision, my hips jerked involuntarily.

As she moved her legs, opening them wider, the smell of her lovejuices became more pungent. ‘Tell me about Lord Burnet,’ Karen gasped, hovering on the brink, desperate to come. ‘He’s a bastard to work for, I should imagine, if his behaviour elsewhere is anything to go by,’ Armina murmured dreamily, and now one of her hands crept down to her pubis. Her sex-lips pouted between her fingers, swollen and flushed, glistening with nectar. 'But there’s nothing more exciting than an arrogant bastard, providing he looks like Mallory. He’s hung like a stallion. His cock is a good nine inches long when he has a hard-on. Thick as a flag pole, and, boy, does he know how to use it!’