Best Steamy Fantasy Romance Books Novels & Stories

She was drenched, embarrassingly so, the kind of wet that made obscene sounds when she spread her folds and slid two fingers inside, then three, stretching herself the way she had earlier, imagining it was him, imagining that thick, hard length she had felt pressing against her pushing in slow and relentless, splitting her open, filling the ache that had become her constant companion. She rolled onto her back, knees falling wide, hips lifting off the bed as she fucked herself deeper, palm grinding against her clit with every thrust of her fingers. Her other hand kneaded her breast roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make her cry out into the pillow. She pictured his tattooed forearms

His strong hands spreading my thighs wider, with his mouth devouring my swoleen clit while he whispered how sweet I tasted, and how long he had also wanted to taste me. The fantasy increased flooding my senses, as I kept pumping my fingers faster. I imagined him bending me over his desk, yanking my skirt up around my waist, and thrusting his thick cock into me from behind. I could almost feel the way he would fill me, with his hard and thick cock. I imagined as his hips were slapping against my ass with every deep and powerful stroke. In my head he was gripping my hair, pulling my head back so he could have access to growl filthy words in my ear.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

Pam retells her fantasy, the story she'd envisioned in her mind so many times flowing easily, even as Beth resumed the manual caresses of her smooth pussy. "In my fantasy, I just want to tease him some more, but suddenly he storms into the bedroom. I try to fend him off but Ron is uncharacteristically aggressive, and I back away until I am trapped in the corner, where I have no choice but to stand and watch as he undresses, and I see his penis, completely erect and looking almost painfully hard. Then he starts to move toward me. I tell him to stop, that he can't do what he is planning. He tells me I've been such a tease that I deserve what he is going to do, and I can't stop him. He grabs me

Riven I shifted on the bed trying to ignore it pushing the phone down for a second and running a hand through my hair thinking about all the reasons this was stupid I hated how she looked at me like I was the intruder when they moved in and how she fought back every time instead of just staying out of my way like I wanted but my dick didn’t care about any of that it throbbed against my shorts demanding attention and I groaned low cursing under my breath “fuck Izzy what are you doing to me” because I’d been with plenty of girls before hookups after games in the locker room or back at their places easy fun ones who knew the deal no strings just blowing off steam and they were hot sure but none

I licked my lips, my breath coming faster as I shifted forward in the chair. “Because it’s exactly what I picture with you,” I told him, my words spilling out raw. “I sit in your lectures pretending to debate literature but really I’m imagining you calling me to your office, locking the door, and making me hike my skirt up like this. Then you slide your hand between my legs, feel how fucking wet I am for you, and tell me in that calm voice how sloppy my thoughts are while you pump two fingers deep into me. I’d clench around them, Dr. Black, moaning like a whore while you correct every filthy idea in my head.” His jaw clenched visibly, and he stepped even closer. One hand came down to rest on

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

But my impression of badboys was about to change. I sat in the library with a pile of history books on the table beside me. I copied something in my notebook while making reference to the bulky textbook open beside me. I dropped my pen down and sighed irritatedly as the sound of hushed moans kept distracting me. “Fuck yeah. I want three fingers now” The girl whispered huskily and I screwed my nose up in disgust. How could people actually pick a library out of all places to make out in? I stood up and held the table's divider while looking over at the boy and girl that were about to drive me insane with their fornication in a prestigious place such as a library.

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.