Best Books With Smut Novels & Stories

The door locked behind us. He threw me on the bed and followed, dress up, panties ripped down one leg, two thick fingers pushing straight into my soaked pussy. “Fuck. So wet.” “Mm…” He worked them deep, thumb on my clit. “You’ve been thinking about this.” “Yes.” He pulled his fingers out, licked them clean and shoved his sweatpants down. His cock was heavy and thick. He didn’t wait, he pushed into me in one long thrust that stole my breath. I bit my lip to stay quiet as he fucked me hard, the bedframe thumping the wall, hand over my mouth whenever I got loud.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

The amount of people that would read gay smut paled when compared to straight. “You aren’t wrong there,” Nocturne replied. “I’m planning to have a small line of LGBTQ+ fiction as well as more mainstream books. It’s been easy to get straight romance and adventure books. The search for good LGBTQ+ authors has been harder. It’s also because I want to read a spicy gay smut novel.” The admission at the end caught Leo off guard. Nocturne had a mischievous gleam in his eye when he said that part.

My entire body rapidly caught on fire as I touched myself, rubbing my inner folds, getting my fingers wet with my juices. Sven's dirty texts swam through my head. I'll pin you to the floor and fuck you hard until all you can do is twitch under me and scream my name. That was my favourite so far. He made being helpless sound so sexy, I couldn't believe I was down for it. I was about to slide a finger from behind into my little love box when I heard movement behind me. I immediately withdrew my fingers, ready to stand up just in case it wasn't Sven and a coworker instead, but his voice reached me, and I shuddered.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

We both got excited by that and knew we'd both have fun doing it again that night. Over the next few weeks we memorized that magazine and shared the books. Old 70's smut fiction wasn't very good but to innocent teens it was the most exciting thing ever. We'd had a few sleepovers and she'd bring the magazine with her and we'd swap the books back and forth. By this time we'd given up being shy and would openly play with our nipples through our tops as we read and talked about "would you?" situations. I was thrilled doing this with her watching and doing it too. (to this day I love mutual masturbation without touching each other, just watching and being watched and talking about it!) The next w

I brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean—salty, warm, dirty. The room smelled like sex. Like me. Like what I’d just done in the bed of a man who had no idea I was using his sheets to get myself off. I sat up, legs shaking. Guilt hit—but excitement hit harder. My thighs were sticky. My pussy still throbbed. I smoothed the blankets as best as I could, but the dark wet patch wasn’t going anywhere. A loud, obvious reminder. Let him see it tonight. Let him smell me. Let him know exactly what his little printsessa did the second she was alone in his room.

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A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—