Best Erotic Book Series Novels & Stories

No one knows the quiet, glasses-wearing bookworm is actually a dripping wet slut online. But now I’m trapped in this house with the three men who star in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies. My pussy has been aching since the moment the snow started, knowing I’m alone with them. I’m in the living room trying to read when Kai walks in, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The deep V of his abs and the outline of his heavy cock make my thighs press together instinctively. He’s your stepbrother. Stop it. But the ache only worsens.

A book, lying face-down and open like she’d set it aside quickly. Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up, glancing at the cover. A shirtless man with a woman pressed against a wall, his hand tangled in her hair, her leg wrapped around his hip. The title was something generic and vaguely erotic. I flipped to the page she’d been reading. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust deeper, claiming her completely. She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly.

Do I need to tell him that I have not had another boy or man touch me, and he is the only man I have ever had? "Like a depravity. Fuck, Moh, do you have any idea how long I have wanted to break you open like this?" Then, he began to move. He didn't start slow. He withdrew until he was almost out, the friction of the withdrawal making me whimper, before slamming back into me with a rhythmic, brutal force. The bookshelf groaned behind us, the wood creaking with every thrust. I was a puppet in his hands, my body jolting with the impact of his weight.

I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex. We reached the rare books room, the air thick with the smell of aged paper, polished wood, and now… the faint, sweet musk of two women who were already wet for each other. I pulled the volume from its shelf, handling it carefully, and handed it to her. Our fingers brushed… and stayed. The spark was instant, electric, shooting down my spine and making my cunt throb so hard I had to bite my lip.

Introduction: In the hot, hazy summer of a small town, an eighteen-year-old nerd accidentally enters a forbidden world of desire that will change his life forever. He is stuck in a house full of tension and unspoken anger, and he can't stop thinking about the one woman he shouldn't want—his beautiful, curvy mother. When a heated argument starts a fire of raw, wild desire, their relationship turns into a secret dance of seduction and surrender. In the back of a minivan, where they can steal glances and whisper secrets, they cross a line that ties them together in a web of forbidden love. This is a story about love, guilt, and the thrilling thrill of giving in to what is wrong. Every touch is

Still, doubt creeps in as I focus on her eyes, “Is this the right thing for you though?” She looks at me for a long minute, before finding my hand and leading it down her body. Her boobs, soft and perky, her flat stomach, and finally deeper. Past her panties and I feel her wetness. My hand is soaked, and she groans when my hand comes into contact with her dripping pussy. The sound is so sexy, so raw. “Just from that kiss, my love. We can talk about whether it's right tomorrow.” I don't need any other confirmation. I grab her.

The combination of Usher working my clit and Hero kissing and biting my neck drove me completely over the edge. "You like having two cocks in you, don’t you?" Hero whispered. "Oh, fuck yes," I moaned. "Yeah, I know you do. You’re our little cock slut, aren’t you?" "Uh huh," I grunted. "Damn right you are," Usher said from below, rubbing my clit while Hero squeezed my nipples. "And you’re going to come all over our cocks, aren’t you?" "Oh God, yes," I groaned. I was so close. The sensation of both of them inside me, my clit being worked, my nipples pinched, it was too much.

At least Bill was going to be here for a week, even if he was older and had his own slave, I'm sure I'd get to feel his cock in me. After Rhonda and I cleaned our two lovers, we finally wandered out of the bedroom. Sandy was feeding Lucas. Dan was fucking Whore's ass and she was complaining! "You're too deep, Master. Please not so deep." "Criminy, Whore, don't tell me you haven't had one or more of the Strong's fucking your ass. They love a double penetration." "Yes, Domina, but they aren't so deep in my ass." "Wider is more painful than longer," Lisa said. "They hurt me more than Master does."

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier