Best Erotic Writers Novels & Stories

I fail. My hand slides down between my legs before I can stop it. I’m soaked. The second my fingers brush my clit a shameful little sound slips out of me. I rub in tight circles, replaying the crack of his palm, the way he wiped my own wetness across my burning cheek, the heavy taste of him on my tongue. I’m already close again when the floorboard in the hallway creaks. I yank my hand away, fast like I’ve been burned. Nathan steps into the doorway. He looks at my shiny fingers, at the way my knees are still parted, at the flush on my face. He doesn’t raise his voice.

“I’m the boss’s late-night whore… the one who begs to get her pussy destroyed instead of working… the slut who wants to be left leaking and used…” He kept her right on the edge for what felt like forever, slowing just enough when she got close, then slamming hard again the second she calmed. Her body shook. Sweat slicked her skin. The clock crawled past midnight, then one, then two. He moved her again, this time onto the floor on all fours. He knelt behind her, grabbed a fistful of hair, and drove back in deep. The new angle made her cry out high and raw. He pounded her without mercy, hips snapping fast, the sound filthy and wet.

I groaned, watching her fingers play with her soft flesh. I spat on my fingers and reached down, rubbing her clit in messy circles. I shoved two fingers back inside her pussy beside my cock. “Ah-oh my God-” I was fucking her with my cock and my fingers at the same time, the wet sounds driving me insane. Her moans were so loud I leaned down and crashed my mouth over hers. Our kiss turned erotic her tongue tangling mine. I pulled out my cock and slipped my fingers out, both dripping with her juices. I licked my fingers clean, then brought them back down to her clit.

“Just breathe, little one.” He stayed still, whispering soft words against my skin, kissing away the tears that slipped free. Only when the sharpest edge of the pain faded did I whisper that he could move. He did. He started slow — long, careful strokes that let me feel every inch as he sank deeper. Each time he almost pulled out, then filled me again, the stretch turned into something hotter. He found a spot inside me that made my toes curl and my breath catch. “You take me so well,” he groaned. “Such a perfect little mate… made to be filled by me.”

Pushing my hips forward, I slowly began grinding against his face, head thrown back due to ecstasy. He groaned against my clit, the vibration sending waves of pleasure ripping through me. He pressed his tongue deeper, sucking and flicking me with practiced strokes. My fingers tangled into his hair, pulling him close. Ethan had removed my gown now, such that it was hunched up at my waist and my nipples were bare, standing proudly under the dim kitchen lights. His large hand moved to caress my left breast before taking the other bud into his mouth. The dual sensation made me let out a loud moan.

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

One hand gripped the back of my neck, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin behind my ear, while the other held my hand, his lips brushing my palm. "Your friends are quite lively," Preston said to the room, his eyes never leaving mine. "They're a handful," I gasped, my hips shifting instinctively against him. Every time I moved, the vibrator in my thong pressed harder against my clit. I was getting so horny it was becoming a physical ache. "I like them," Preston said, smiling at Darla. "They have spirit. Not like the dry, boring socialites I usually deal with." "See? He gets it!" Darla toasted him with her glass.

I was already soaked, my pussy lips were swollen and slick. He watched every move I made. Then he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, it was thick and hard. The head was already wet with precum, he wrapped his hand around it and started stroking slowly. “Tell me what you wrote,” he said. I kept rubbing my clit in small circles. My breath came faster. “I wrote about a man coming in after closing. He bends me over the desk, he pulls my skirt up and fucks me hard.” He stroked faster. “Keep going.”

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

I pleaded, my own climax building once more. With a roar, he slammed deep, his cock pulsing as he unloaded, hot jets of cum flooding my pussy. The sensation pushed me over, my second orgasm crashing as I clenched around him, drawing out every drop. We clung together, panting, the water settling around us. Slowly, he lowered us both, his cock still buried inside as we floated in the afterglow. "You're incredible, Clara," he whispered, softer now, his dirty words fading into tenderness. But even as he kissed me gently, I knew those crude commands would echo in my mind, a secret thrill.