Best Dark Smut Books Novels & Stories

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

Quickly, I dropped a pen on the floor with a sharp clatter. "Oops," I said smoothly, bending down to pick it up. "Must've knocked something over." Brother Thomas smiled politely, clearly distracted by the noise. I seized the moment, slipping my hand under the desk again. "Stay quiet," I whispered to Noami, "And keep going." The risk made every sensation sharper—sin felt like a dangerous game, and I was all in. Brother Thomas kept speaking about the altar arrangements, oblivious. I nodded where I had to, gave vague answers, all while she kept going—her hands, her mouth, her wicked tongue pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

_______ This Book is DARK BULLY ROMANCE with themes like Revenge, bully, húmiliation, reverse harem, MMMF, MF, and dúbious cónsent. A. Gupta

"No cumming until I say." Damien and Delilah's texts buzzed nonstop, lighting up Zeke's phone like fireworks. "Meeting hell," Delilah typed. "Plugs max us out. Damien's leaking through his slacks. My skirt's soaked through. Board members sniffing around." Zeke chuckled dark, thumbing the remotes in his pocket. Pulses hit erratic, high then low then high again, torment filling their holes from afar. He fired back, "Good whores. Flash tits for a raise." Delilah's reply pic landed first, her blouse tugged low, clamps glinting wicked on pierced nips. Cleavage glistened with sweat and stray cum smears from earlier edging. Damien's followed quick, shirt tented high by his rigid cock, chains outlin

Breaking away from the kiss for air, she sighed and smiled down at him. “You know, for someone who is so shy when it comes to intimacy and topic of sex, you really do know how to use your hands..and tongue." She giggled. “Well." He smiled, squeezing her butt harder, making her gasp. “ Remember that novel I saw in your house?” “Which one?” She moaned. “I have lots of them” “ The one titled ‘Last Night.' " He winked at her. “The erotic one.” “Oh.” She replied as her eyes went wide in realization.

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—

His hand slid higher under my dress and met the bare skin of my upper thigh and kept climbing without hesitation. The glove was warm from his body heat. When his fingers brushed the edge of my underwear I made a sound against his mouth that I could not swallow in time. Damian answered it with a low, rough noise of his own and pressed me harder into the shelves. Books shifted at my back. One spine dug into my shoulder blade. I did not care. “Quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “Unless you want the next person in that hallway to hear exactly what a slut, the Lee cute princess really is.”

I stammered anxiously, putting my hand on his chest to keep him back. Arthur didn't move. Instead, he leaned into my touch, a lazy, dangerous smile spreading across his lips. "That’s a shame. I truly was hoping for that kiss," he murmured, his dark eyes dancing with a wicked sort of amusement. He lowered his voice, the timber of it vibrating against my palm. "Besides, you seemed much more eager to give me your body just a few nights ago." "Stop that," I whispered, my face heating up despite the air conditioner.

The stone floor beneath her was slick with the first messy rivers of her girl-cum, the crimson salt lines now dark and wet. Lilithara towered over the broken witch, her obsidian skin gleaming under the flickering candlelight. The succubus’s massive 14-inch futa cock stood proudly erect, veined and ridged, the fat flared head still dripping thick strands of precum mixed with Selene’s throat slime. Her heavy orange-sized balls churned visibly, and her own slick demonic pussy dripped molten nectar in slow, teasing trails down her powerful thighs.