Best Fantasy Erotica Books Novels & Stories

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 68: Drenched in Obsession She continues to move against him, her body completely overtaken by the madness of the moment. Everything is heightened. Every single sensation, raw and intense. Desire—pleasure—each feeling swells to an unbearable edge, heightened to its most punishing extreme. Her thoughts are no longer coherent. Her mind is spinning in wild, uncontrollable circles, caught between the chaos of her need and the ruin it’s leaving behind.

“You’re so beautiful when you let go. I adore hearing you moan like this. Every sound you make goes straight to my cock. You’re making me feel like a king tonight, Sylvia. So fucking sexy and open for me.” His sweet words melted something deep inside me, mixing with the raw heat until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended and the affection began. I slipped three fingers back inside my pussy, curling them to press against that sensitive spot while my thumb worked my clit in tight, steady circles. My hips rocked shamelessly, chasing the building pressure. “Tell me another fantasy,” I gasped, my voice husky and breathless. “Something dirty. Something that makes you groan for me.”

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

She dragged her nails down his torso, reveling in the hiss that escaped him. The pact was madness. But in the tight cage of the elevator, sanity had no place. Damian dropped to his knees before her, fingers curling under her skirt and tugging her panties down in one swift motion. They pooled around her heels, forgotten. He hooked her leg over his shoulder, spreading her open, gaze molten as it raked over her slick folds. “Beautiful,” he rasped. Then his mouth was on her—hot, wet, merciless. His tongue licked a path up her slit before flicking over her clit, making her gasp so loud it echoed in the steel chamber.

Or she might be scrupulously careful, not a hair in sight, and I’ll have to come up with another pretext to tie her up to that four-poster bed. Suddenly, I flash on an idea. What if I “make” Eva write down all her dirtiest fantasies as an assignment? An instant treasury of scripts for future games. I can hear her voice tremble as she reads—Then you bend me over your desk and lube my asshole with the ointment you keep tucked in the drawer for special “lessons”… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty mind.

I feel like before like nothing will be enough, like no matter how much, how hard, or what position he fucks me in, I will be begging for more after. “Without me joining in, Alena.” My lips freeze midway through kissing him. What is he saying? That just seems so wrong and, well, wrong. Would he really enjoy that, me sleeping with Marcus and not with him joining in? “That is just wrong. I don’t think so.” I shake my head. I move to sit up, but his body pushes me back down again. “Why is it wrong? Your fantasy is to be used by multiple men while I watch, so what is the difference other than the number of men involved?”