Best Erotic Romance Novels & Stories

The scent of him—cologne, paper, faint arousal—filled the space. His zipper rasped quietly. “Take me out.” Her hands trembled as she freed him—already hard, thick, curving up against his stomach. She wrapped her fingers around the base, tongue darting out to lick the bead of precome from the tip. He exhaled slowly above her, pen scratching across a paper as he began grading. “No rushing,” he murmured. “You’re going to warm my cock with that pretty mouth for the next two hours. Slow. Worship it. And if anyone knocks… you don’t stop.”

"I don't believe we are enemies. Do enemies kiss like this? Do they want each other the way we do? And I don't want to stop here, not now, Ryder. I want to go all the way to the end." His heart leaped inside of him - in a funny-saddened way. He was supposed to be punished by her people but here he was, pushed to the edge of the bed and being succumbed to the affections of a pretty woman. He as well would love to see the end of this exciting passion that they both shared. But it was dangerous, tantalizing but dangerous. He leaned forward, pulling her head down to meet his wanting mouth. She tasted like lemon grass mixed with vanilla - a taste of their passion. But he wanted more.

When he moved back up to kiss her, she tasted her musk on his mouth. As they locked together in an intensely erotic kiss, she lifted her thighs to welcome his cock back inside her. Now it was Ross who lost control. He bucked and surged against her, his slippery penis ramming into her again and again. Her ringed nipples were mashed against his muscular chest, the metal sliding on the thin film of sweat. ‘Dear God. I can’t...' she moaned. ‘Oh yes, I can. I’m coming again.’ Incredibly Stacey felt herself building towards another peak. They climaxed together, laughing and crying at the same time. Ross held her tightly, like something unbearably precious.

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.

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.

Their faces were inches apart, chests heaving, eyes locked in pure hatred… and something much hotter. “Say that again,” he growled. “Asshole,” she hissed. He kissed her. It wasn’t gentle. It was raw , all teeth and frustration. Letitia bit his lower lip in retaliation. Connor groaned and kissed her harder, pressing his body flush against hers. The anger that had been building for days suddenly flipped into something fierce and hungry. Clothes came off in a desperate rush. Connor yanked open her soaked jacket and peeled away her thermal layers, revealing the smooth warm brown skin of her shoulders and the full, heavy curve of her breasts. He palmed them roughly, thumbs brushing over her dark

My head spun and I shuddered, pussy flaming wet-hot as the rest of me. Kim pistoned his glistening cock in Jang mi’s gripping pussy, muscles standing out in stark, mouth-watering relief on his legs and arms and back. Jang mi held on to the man’s neck, bouncing her bum on his thrusting pole, swarming her tongue into his mouth, her body and breasts rocking in rhythm to Kim’s pounding cock. I anxiously kneaded my soft, sensitive tit-flesh, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing my button. I thrust a hand out the curtain and scooped up more rainwater, flinging it on my pussy and chest, oiling my erotic actions. I pinched a nipple so hard I thought it would burst, me along with it.

Lira purrs as she laps it all up greedily, moaning softly like it’s the sweetest nectar, prolonging every aftershock until I’m a shaking, oversensitive wreck. Only when the room empties does she slide back up, visible only to me again, lips shiny with my juice, amber eyes glowing with playful pride and raw hunger. Without saying anything, she pulls me closer to her and kisses me deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue—sweet, filthy, addictive. “My perfect girl,” she whispers, nuzzling my neck sweetly, “you took it so well…. You deserve a reward.” Her tail gives my still-throbbing clit one last teasing flick, making me jolt.

he asked in a husky voice that was as sweet. I could feel his growing erection at my backside. The ache in my pussy signaled my need, and I had to do something, anything, to quench its thirst. I turned and pulled him down for a kiss, my hands flying to catch on to his curls. His mouth danced with mine, painting his taste against my tongue and nipping at my bottom lip with his teeth. When he sucked my tongue into his mouth, I moaned, signaling him to pick me up and take me to the bed. “Let me make you feel good, Rene.”