Best Erotic Romance Books Novels & Stories

You had secured a space on his bed. She wanted that badly. She wanted to know how fucking The Master felt like. She wanted to get a taste of the excitement, the ecstasy. Given the manner the slave girl, and the women he occasionally came home with screamed all sorts of obscenities, it was undoubtedly true that the fuck was good. Master was a sex god.

His eyes went straight to my pussy, and the look he gave me made my more juices flowed from my hole. "You re dripping for me." He whispered. I moaned from just his voice. Then he leaned down and rested his warm mouth right on my pussy. "Gosh!" He didn't rush. He pulled back and shaped his lips into a perfect 'O', then placed it right over my clit made my eyes roll back on their own. "Fuuuck Grey, that feels insane." "You taste so sweet," he whispered between licks. His tongue slid up and down, slow at first, then faster. His lips sucked hard around my clit, making me shake again. Then he slid two fingers deep inside.

She felt his dick poking her ass, telling her that he was ready for another round of hot sex. She reached down with one of her hand and grabbed his dick. She gave it a slow stroke and raised herself. She positioned it at her pussy hole and lowered herself, engulfing his dick till she took his whole length inside of her. She slowly strengthened up and began to ride him. She was placing her hands on his chest as she raise herself up and down. It was a slow romantic ride. Soon, it turned into a fast ride and she began to bounce on his dick, "Yes! yes! yes! This is fucking good! Ohhhh-hhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck! I love your fucking dick! yes! yes!"

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 contrast of his rough, masculine hand against her soft, porcelain skin was the most erotic thing Ruth-Ann had ever experienced. "There," he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger he could barely suppress. He began to do up her buttons, one by one, his knuckles grazing the valley between her breasts with every movement. "You're alright now. He's gone." "Thank you," she sniffled. Ryder reached up and cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. The intensity between them was hotter than lava, a magnetic pull that was impossible to ignore. Ruth-Ann leaned into his palm, her eyes fluttering shut as she breathed in the scent of him.

Disclaimer: This is an erotic story that contains explicit, spicy, and sexual content intended for mature audiences only. If you are under the age of 17 or uncomfortable with adult themes, we kindly advise you not to proceed. However, if you’re of legal age and enjoy such stories, then welcome—and enjoy the experience. Chapter 1

"Fuck me. Fill me up and make me yours." As I bent down to his level, an intense, erotic sensation washed over me when my hardened nipple touched his, the sensitive buds rubbing against each other, sending delicious sparks of pleasure straight to my core. We wrapped our arms around each other, pulling our bodies closer, as if trying to merge into one being.

’ I whisper as she trails her tongue along it. ‘Of course I know what I am doing. I read erotic books and I watch romance movies.’ She says and I just nod as she completely covers my cock with her warm mouth. ‘Oh fuck yes, yes, yes baby that feels so damn good.’ I moan out as I close my eyes, relishing the feel of my cock in her warm mouth. ‘You like it mate?’ She asks me with my member still in her mouth, making me feel vibrations all around my cock.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

He placed a finger on my nose as I laughed. “So what are we reading?” He asked. “It’s a book.” I said mischievously. “I can see that. What’s it about?” “It’s nothing important.” I said hurriedly. I wasn’t about to tell him I was reading an erotic novel. “Hmm. This cover seems interesting. I didn’t know you were into dark romance, darling.” I squealed as I shut the book. He chuckled, then brought me to his lap. “What do you say to us creating our own steamy scene right here?”