Best Sex In Books Novelas e Histórias

Before the arrest, I could be considered as a guy who never had trouble getting women. A beautiful face and a good lip always guaranteed the best sex. And I don't say that referring to extremely beautiful women or anything like that. The ones who had sex best were the shameless ones, and the beautiful girls were raised in homes where they learned good manners above all, and that fucked a good sex. An unforgettable sex was always done with those who did not care about the dirt of sex until exhaustion, with the excessive heat and disheveled hair, and not even with spanking in the ass and hair pulls.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

"That's a fucking sight to behold," I cried aloud, my chest expanding as I panted. "Dax, don't stop...Oh! Ahhh!" his hands went impossibly faster, and my whole body trembled. I had never experienced this before. My last boyfriend was more of receiving pleasure, boring as fuck, but Dax, he was killing me with pleasure, raw and heated. "Eyes on me when you come," he demanded and I panicked as I locked eyes with him. Come? Again? My brain was denying it, but my treacherous body liked the idea and clenched around his fingers.

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”

The second her thumb brushed over it, a broken, involuntary moan slipped out of my throat. “God! That feels so good, Jade.” I had to admit. “Fuck.” Her lips curved against my neck. I felt her smug little smirk. “I will, princess,” she whispered, pleased. She rolled my nipple gently between her fingers, testing, teasing, until the words on the book blurred into everything and nothing. My clit throbbed so hard, I had to squeeze my thighs together. I was tired of fighting, she practically had me.

He slid the book across the desk toward me. “Read.” I glanced down. The title was unfamiliar. But the image on the cover made my throat dry. A woman on her knees, blindfolded, arms behind her back. Submission. Captivity. Pleasure. “I—what is this?” “A test.” I hesitated, then opened the book. I started reading. It was graphic from the start. No gentle build-up. Just hot skin, whispered commands, legs spread, lips parted, wet tongues, whimpers, begging. The words tasted strange in my mouth. Heavy. Vulgar. But I read them anyway.

I had soaked the sheets down to the mattress. The faintest grin crossed Nathan’s face. “You need some kind of pleasure in your life. I can’t give it to you. Not like this. Remember all the fun we used to have? All the sexy shit we used to do.” A shiver ran down my spine as I thought about Nathan in healthier times. Our love life had never been an issue. No matter how broken we were, or how petty the argument, our sex life was something that never suffered. Sometimes we would fight over the smallest of things just to end up fucking like rabbits. It was a miracle I didn't get pregnant.

It was a raw, wet mess of sex. Splosh. Slap. Splosh. "We are going to shift your womb as a team!" Leo shouted after he pulled his cock out of her mouth. The men began to change places. They moved like a dance. One man would pull out, and another would push in. Lily was never empty. She was constantly being filled by a new, massive cock. She felt the different shapes—the length of Kai, the width of Zane, the power of Jax. She felt her womb being pushed back and forth. She felt like her insides were being melted by the hot water and the hot men. The erotica was so loud. The sound of the bubbles and their heavy breathing filled the night.