Best Sex In Books Novels & Stories

Sophia Bennett Pov I lay on the bed, heart hammering against my ribs, watching him with a hunger I no longer tried to hide. Damien hovered above me, his powerful frame casting shadows across my skin in the low light of the hotel suite. His cock rested heavy and hot against my clit, the thick length sliding slowly through my slick folds without entering me yet. Every subtle shift of his hips sent sparks racing through my body, teasing, tormenting, making me ache for more.

I was caught between two identical, relentless men—one I loved with every piece of my heart, the other I shouldn’t want but desperately did—and all I could do was take them, moan for them, and pray they’d let me shatter soon. The room smelled like sex and sweat and rain from the night before. The sounds were pure filth—wet gagging, slapping skin, desperate whimpers. And through it all, my body sang for more, clenching and aching, completely surrendered to whatever they wanted to do to me next.

Okay, okay, the only sex I’ve ever gotten. Whatever, my book boyfriends are fucking hot. Who needs some groping teenage boy who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when I can read and fantasize about sexy, older men who know exactly what to do with a pussy, and I’m not talking about older, decrepit, soft-bodied men. I’m talking about the ones with rugged good looks, broad shoulders, they type of hard body a man gets from decades of living and working hard, and skilled hands who know a woman’s pussy even better than she does.

I say, completely bemused . “Yeah, but it’s not like that. This one’s for couples, not seedy old men.” If he wasn’t so devilishly handsome and sexy, I would run and not look back. Staring into the shop window I frown, and then, for some weird reason, I lead the way inside. My jaw snaps open. Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

I slipped on a short black dress that barely covered my butt, then a long leather jacket to hide everything from school security. “It would be nice if we get some alcohol,” I said, my voice soft. “I want to be tipsy. Not drunk… just loose.” Lisa smiled, zipping my jacket. “Alcohol and sex is a good combo. You sure you wanna do this?” “Yes. Of course,” I replied, my heart pounding. “I can’t wait for you to eat my pussy while Dave fucks me from behind.” Lisa kissed me again, deeper this time. “We’ll order when we get there.”

Roth’s voice uttering all the things Tristan wished to do with him was having a strange impact on Tristan, “Spread those cheeks wide before devouring his hole, and by wide, I mean WIDE. None of this baby spread nonsense. You want to get up IN there. Pull his cheeks apart as far as they go before feasting on that cake.” Tristan swallowed saliva as Roth continued to go on about the subject. Tristan realized with his breaths getting heavy that Roth still had the kind of influence on him that just his voice could turn him on. “This one goes for both gay and straight couples: change up locations! Are you a pro or are you a pro? Pros don't have sex in the bedroom every single time. They take their

Her body would crave sex like mad at precisely the moment a man was likely to turn tail and run in revulsion! She'd read all the advice in the sex manuals: ‘A truly sensual man won't be put off, etc ...’ but her own experiences didn’t match the textbook. She’d always met with shudders of distaste, and even with the protecting barrier of a condom, no man had ever wanted her enough to enter a body that was bleeding. Worse still, it was usually the macho men - like Nathan Levay ~ who’d ended up being the most squeamish. ‘Are you all right?’ His soft voice cut clean through her pessimism

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.