Best Books With Smut Novels & Stories

Sharon bit her lip and nodded. Beth slid down lower and the other girl parted her legs. Her thick pussy lips framed a wonderful triangle of thin hair that was perfectly groomed. There was moisture clinging to the lips. Inhaling her musky scent, Beth slid her tongue slowly down one side and back up the other, enjoying every piece of sexy pussy she could find. “Oh fuuuuck...” Sharon moaned. Beth sucked on one lip, teasing it with her tongue and then the other. “That’s so fucking amazing, Beth...” Her clit was throbbing and ready to be touched, and Beth grazed the underside gently with her tongue, sending Sharon almost bucking off the sheets they were soaking.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

“Always reading smut, huh? I didn’t take you for the type, but I guess I should’ve known better.” I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest defensively. “I haven’t always read smut. The books I used to read before were never like this,” I shot back, my voice laced with irritation. “It’s just…different genres. That’s all.” He chuckled, low and deep, the sound reverberating through me. “Sure, different genres,” he mocked lightly, waving the book in front of me. “You know, these scenes are pretty explicit. I didn’t know you had such a vivid imagination.”

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

She's the only one who knows about my unhealthy obsession with my professor. "Bad, he saw my diary and he didn't even flinch. Not a single reaction, it's like I don't even exist. Maybe I'm not pretty enough for him." "Shut up bitch! You're the prettiest girl I know. But damn, he read that smut you write about him and he didn't react?" She leans in. "Maybe he's not into younger girls, or maybe his dick doesn't work." I am about to shun her when a sharp, deep voice cuts through our conversation, stealing my breath as usual.

Happiness or shock? "Whoa! Where did they come from?" The lady scrolled down and read the whole ten comments which clearly hinted at some great fan, although the subscriptions of her ebook did not increase and those readers were old fans. ~ Whoa! This is so good. Though the protagonist seems feminine. ~ Author should give us a smut scene next. XOXO ~ The art is wonderful and breathtaking. ~ There must have been a great sex drive in next chapter. And so on… "Should I really type a smut scene next? Would it be appropriate to show the character as such?"