Black Erotica Books Novels & Stories

"Open it." Anna knelt, the concrete cold through the thin fabric of her dress. Her fingers trembled slightly as she lifted the heavy lid. Inside, on a bed of black velvet, was an array of objects that made her breath catch in her throat. There was a small, silver vibrator, sleek and modern. A string of five smooth, black glass beads, each one slightly larger than the last. A black, silicone butt plug with a flared base and a sparkling purple jewel at the end. And a small, curved dildo made of pale pink glass. It was a toolkit for debauchery.

He had prepared the book already, it was an erotic one with just the right things he wanted to hear her read. He dropped the book onto the bed, grabbed Ethel and dropped her into the bed in a way that she laid with her ass to the ceiling and her boobs pressed into the bed. Alpha Carl got on top of her and pressed his hard dick in between her ass cheeks. "Start reading, Angel" he kissed on her neck lingeringly just as he slid his dick to her wet pussy. "Oh my" her voice trembled as she opened the book with shaky hands "You are not reading yet, Angel. Page 3, start from page 3"

Author’s Note: Before we all dive in, I would advise you to read the author’s note. This book is tagged 18+, it's a deep erotic “DARK” romance with words that can make you wet or make you uncomfortable, depending on how you choose to enjoy it. This book contains Omega’s total submission to their Alphas. The sexual content can be toxic, wild and rough. BDSM, Kinks, Wildness/Roughness, Manipulation and Crazy obsession, Total submission etc.

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Renata’s hands slid down my body, pulling off the cloth, showing my shaved vulva, my lips swollen with need. I was caught between them, just as I’d dreamed. Renata’s mouth found my breasts, sucking and biting gently. Her tongue circled my large nipples until I arched my back beneath her. Marcus moved behind me, his hands holding my hips, his penis hard against my thigh. "Ready?" he asked, his voice strained. "Yes," I gasped. He entered me, slow and deep, filling me with a stretch that made me gasp in pleasure. Renata’s fingers found my clit, rubbing in circles. Her touch was like electricity. I cried out, my body shaking as pleasure built, wave after wave.

Her high-pitched moans echoed beautifully in the quiet office. This was exactly what Mira lacked. The woman in front of me didn’t care about pride or dignity. Right now, Sandra belonged entirely to me, acting like nothing more than a bitch in heat. “I’m cumming,” she gasped, the wet, friction-filled sounds of her body filling the room. “Yes, give it to me, baby,” I growled, leaning up to bite hard on her earlobe. I drove my fingers in deeper, curling them upward. With one last, hard thrust of my hand, Sandra shuddered violently, her body tightening as she emptied her wetness all over my fingers.

He was tender yet insistent, his thrusts rolling in deep sensual waves that dragged out every aftershock. My pussy fluttered around him, another smaller climax following the first as juices gushed out in fresh spurts. My eyes rolled inside my head. “Fuck, Dorian…don’t stop,” I begged, as my voice broke. The sickness of my reality hit just then, twin fantasies flooding my mind like forbidden poison. Two identical men, same bodies, same cocks but different in how they claimed me. It was twisted and depraved. In fact, some would call it the ultimate taboo. Yet it made me wetter and hotter, my core throbbing with shameful need.

His huge hands clamped around her tiny waist like iron, yanking her backward onto his pounding meat with savage force. “Argh, fuck yes!” she howled, her body jolting forward. Their bodies began to sway rhythmically toward each other’s faces, eyes locked, mouths open, drooling and moaning while their holes got mercilessly destroyed in sync. Maddie’s eyes rolled back in her head in pure ecstasy, her body crazily swaying with each savage impact against her asshole, her massive breasts sweeping and dragging across the sticky ground, nipples scraping dirt and cum. “FUUUCK!” she screamed, voice breaking into a ragged sob as fire exploded through her guts. Her asshole burned white-hot, stretched so

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

Lilith reached down and spread Emma’s puffy lips wide with both thumbs, exposing the raw, twitching hole. “Every sister has had her taste… now it’s time for the final ritual fuck before the Queen takes you herself.” She picked up the thickest strap-on yet, a monstrous 11-inch black beast with pronounced ridges and a flared base. The entire length was already glistening with a thick, pearlescent lube that smelled like molten sex and brimstone. Lilith coated it generously, then pressed the massive head against Emma’s destroyed entrance. “Time to really break you, freshman.”