Best Smut Books For Women Novels & Stories

I’d be a hassle to anyone looking to be pleased sexually. “Lisa, no one wants to see me naked. I’m sure of it.” Lisa waved her hands. “Oh, please girl! You still got hips that won’t quit, big titties, and a beautiful face. Someone is going to want you.” I raised a brow. “I see you didn’t mention my ass.” “Uhm. You aren’t working with much in that department, so... Thank God you were blessed with a pretty face.” Lisa’s phone pinged as she took it. “Holy shit! Remy just posted” she came to me, showing me.

It was utterly breathtaking. After sitting and watching the view for a few moments, I decided to explore the books. My finger ran lazily along the moulded wooden shelves, reading the titles of the books to see if I recognized any. Many were antiques, some Italian and some English. There was a small section on cooking, a larger section on gardening and an even larger section on romance novels. I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room.

One woman completely overwhelmed. Sebastian's rhythm was brutal...deep, hard thrusts that had her breasts bouncing, that forced the air from her lungs, that made it impossible to breathe properly while James was in her throat. "This is what you signed up for," Sebastian growled, his pace relentless. "This is what your half million dollars buys...the privilege of being used by men who don't care about your comfort, only about your submission." "She likes it," Damian said, running his hand over her breasts, pinching her nipple roughly. "Look at her. She's wet around his cock. She's pushing back against him. She wants this."

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

I gathered my courage and walked over, picking up a random title so I would not look like I was hovering. “Any recommendations?” I asked, keeping my voice light. She turned fully toward me. Up close she was even more striking—high cheekbones, a small scar above one eyebrow that somehow made her face more interesting. “Depends what you like. Something quiet, or something that keeps you up at night?” “Something that keeps me up,” I said, surprising myself. She smiled, slow and knowing, and handed me a worn paperback. “Try this one. The writing is sharp.”

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

She could almost still feel him on her tongue. Bea lay on his chest, had to sprawl across him a bit to get comfy and get into a position to see his tablet. She definitely bumped his cock once or twice, but that's what happens when squirming is going on. He would have to live with it. Finally settled, he fired up the book. She had to trust him to pick something good, and he had the last two days. This one was...smutty. It took after the Song of Ice and Fire series for sure, plenty of blood and death and fucking. They even threw in an incest plot line, but with a mother and son. Naughty, naughty.

The rose toy is sealed tight against my clit when the bedroom door opens without a knock. I don’t hear it at first. I’m too far gone, back arched off the mattress, tank top shoved above my tits, panties twisted around one ankle, hips grinding in slow, filthy circles against the buzzing suction that’s the only thing in this house that makes me feel alive. The book is open on the pillow beside me, the one I keep hidden under the mattress like a teenager, the one where the man ties the woman down and uses her until she’s sobbing and grateful. My left hand is pinching my nipple the way the book describes, rolling and tugging until sharp little sparks shoot straight to my pussy.

I felt heat start to pool low and a blush start to crawl up my neck. "About his ability to make himself everyone's problem." "Well, that tracks. At least from the little bit I've known him." She leaned closer to Rowan's section and started reading the titles off like she was browsing a bookstore. The books were a chaotic mix, some genuinely useful, others questionably so, but all jammed together in no particular order. She pointed to the first spine, reading it outloud, her voice dripping with judgement. "How to Win and Argument Without Throwing a Punch."