Adult Spicy Books Novels & Stories

“Fuck—” He didn't answer. He was too busy, his tongue curling inside me, lapping at the cum that still seeped from my core. I felt his nose press against my clit, his stubble scraping my inner thigh, his hands gripping my ass to pull me closer. He ate me like I was a meal he'd been waiting for, like the taste of another man's release was an appetiser, not an insult. “You taste like sin,” he murmured against my flesh, his breath hot and wet. “Like you've been bad, and you're not done being bad.”

She inhaled a sharp breath and said, “I want your mouth.” My chest swelled with satisfaction, and I made the first lick, the taste a mixture of sweet, tangy and spicy. If I had known how fucking delicious she tasted, I would’ve taken her long ago. I purred at the back of my throat and licked her folds again, moving all the way to her clit. “God, yes,” she cried out, her hands shooting out to clutch the top of my head. This was exactly what I had been waiting for. “I’m not going anywhere, cara mia... until I make you come.” I smiled against her sex.

I laughed so hard the composure I was building – of a high class woman – chartered, throwing back to Adele Ford, the simple resort owner surrounded by lovers of croissants, plus a dark erotic novel lover. I missed those days. God, I couldn't wait for this ‘honeymoon’ phase to be over so I could return to Greenville. “Hey, don't come back here empty handed. Buy as many spicy, dark, hot male lead novels as much as the capital’s bookshops hold! Also, I want spicy gist too. Create as much drama as your thick skin allows! Don't let those rich motherfuckers walk all over you, you're bigger than them now, squash them under your heels if you must!”

“Even with chips! The sweetness hits first, then that little kick… it’s like my mouth is dancing!” I laughed, watching her with sparkling eyes. “I know, right?” We kept eating like that — crossing arms, feeding each other chips dipped in the hot sauce, laughing every time one of us made a funny face from the spice. It felt so silly and sweet at the same time. For a few minutes, the whole world outside my room disappeared. It was just us, the crunchy chips, the addictive sauce, and the warmth of being close to each other. We had just finished the last few chips when Nyla suddenly started fanning her mouth with her hand, tongue sticking out slightly as she tried to cool it down.

But Adrian… God, Adrian was pure temptation. He was twenty-one, a senior literature major — tall, athletic, with messy dark hair, sharp green eyes, and a quiet intensity that made my thighs clench every time he looked at me over the top of his laptop. For weeks he’d lingered at the front desk after closing, asking for book recommendations, his gaze dropping to my lips, my breasts, the way my skirt hugged my hips. The tension had been building in small, dangerous doses — his fingers brushing mine when I handed him books, the way he’d lean over the counter so close I could smell his cologne, the late-night texts about “research” that slowly turned flirtatious.

Original Author ANAMIKA ANA has made this tiny change to cooperate with goodnovel. Author’s note: Hello dear readers! Thanks for reading my book. This story originates from my imagination only and doesn't represent any person or places. If you are a fan of spicy protagonists alongside some action and drama this book may match your taste. Warning: The later chapters in this book have strong mature content. Please read at your own risk.

Sophia's POV "What the fuck are you talking about?! Twenty years ago I wasn't even born! Are you crazy?!" I snapped angrily. "I am talking about my body, Sophia," Callan said, his tone turning smooth, deep, and deadly serious. "For twenty years, my sex life has been an absolute curse. Every woman I have ever touched, every woman I have ever tried to take to bed ended up screaming in pain, passing out from the unbearable discomfort, or bleeding so heavily I had to rush them to private surgeons. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?"

He frowned, though I couldn't see it, but I knew him well enough. I waved a hand dismissively. “That's just how these bosses are. Come on, let's go in. I'm starving.” At the same time, my stomach rumbled as if confirming my words. Leander realized, his lips were now curled into a soft smile. “Say no more, ma'am. Your favorite meal has been made.” I grinned widely, wrapping a hand around his waist as he led me into the house. True to his words, they were two plates of roasted chicken, bacon and eggs, chips, and some more enchanting foods.

Then his tongue licked a long, slow stripe from her entrance up to her clit. “Oh my god,” she whispered. The sensation was intense. His tongue was warm and wet, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He licked her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her juices. Sara’s hands gripped the edge of the desk. Her legs trembled. Professor Kane groaned against her pussy. “You taste so fucking good.” He used his thumbs to spread her lips wider, exposing her swollen clit. He flicked his tongue over it rapidly, then sucked it into his mouth.

And so help me God, even if we went from night till morning, I don't think I'd get enough of how crazily good he was in bed. He knows how to fuck a woman. I was snapped back by Layla's smack on my back. "What are you cooking for us today, by the way?" she asked, peeking into the pot of sauce I was making. "Pita bread and meat sauce." "Hmm... it smells nice. Let me go freshen up, then." I slapped her ass as she walked away. "Lazy ass." She stopped by the door and glared at me. "Why do I need to stress myself with cooking when I have you and my Dad to do the work?"