Best Erotic Romance Novels & Stories

“My fucking princess.” I looked back down and eyed her pussy as I made love to her. It was so erotic and with each thrust, she clenched tighter. She was going to come soon and so was I. I thrusted faster and pressed my finger against her clit, playing with it. She thrashed under me as my finger moved. My cock ached at how she responded to my touch and my heart fluttered as she made sounds. I wanted to hear more, to hear the sounds she made when I touched her, when I kissed her and when my cock was inside her.

he stammered with shaky lips, "No way Eric, you are just a pervert! Nothing else!" Eric let out a loud laughter, his voice echoed through the room, "Do you think that I didn't see you staring at us? I knew you were standing beside the door watching us, that was why I wrapped my arms around her because I could sense it in your eyes not jealous you are'' he smirked deeply, "Yet again, I am able to take whatever you love, easy and peasy without any difficulty" he laughed loudly, his eyes sparkled with nothing but evil. "Oh goodness, did I say too much?" Eric scoffed, "I know you have always liked Genevieve, her perfect body and all that ignited the monster in you and let your list shine forth a

He went into the hilt and her legs widened to give him more access. He rocked his hips, his thrust getting heavier as he held her in place. The table squeaked and her breasts bounced as he shifted his hips and pushed in again. “Hmmmph.” Brittany moaned as she dragged on her lower lips. “You taste so sweet, angel. I love the feel of your tight pussy around my dick.” He whispered as he shoved his fingers into her hair. He thrusted, rocking and thrashing his hip against hers with their slapping sound echoing in the room.

She was ready, more than ready, to surrender to the pleasure that awaited her, to the unknown pleasures that Travis and Jenna promised. As their lips met once more, Sadile felt herself being guided to the couch, her body positioned between them, a willing participant in the erotic dance that was about to unfold. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candles Travis had lit, casting shadows on the walls, shadows that danced in time with their movements. Jenna's hands slid down Sadile's body, her fingers teasing the sensitive flesh between her thighs.

Evans interuptted 'fool, how did he know I'm in my bedroom' "Imagine I Walk up to you slowly, running my fingers from your leg down to your spine, then we engage in a slow and passionate kiss, after that I'll move my hands slowly under your blouse and pinch your taut nipples that already damn hard" Cora gasped loudly trying to control her self, he was doing it again. She clasped her legs tight trying to distract her self from falling for it. "Then my hands will find it way to your sweet spot, giving a good massage there, before fucking you with my fingers, with your clothes still on" A light moan escaped Cora's lips, as Cora snapped out from her trance, she was already touching herself but w

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I want him to ruin me. “You’re playing with fire, Harper,” he growls, but his voice is thick with something darker than anger, something darker than need. I suck on his fingers, slow and deliberate, tasting the salt of his skin and the bourbon ghosting off it. His pupils dilate. He hisses between his teeth. “You want to ride Daddy’s cock?” he murmurs. My thighs clench, trembling under the lace garters. I nod, too far gone to pretend anymore. “I want you to take me, Grant. Hard. Like I belong to you.”

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.