Novel & Cerita Black Gay Romance Novels

Well, I'm was a normal good looking white guy who had lots of girlfriends & then I had my life totally flipped up side down, when I met Greg. Now Greg was this older black guy, who was very open about the fact he was Bi-sexual & whenever I was at one of his parties, he would always kinda hit on me. But I always told him that I wasn't into guys & he would just laugh then leave it at that, so I never felt uneasy around him.

His hand stopped its lazy exploration of my breast. “N-no,” I stuttered, afraid I had offended him. In one smooth motion, he rolled me onto my back and settled between my spread thighs, caging me beneath his powerful body. His dark eyes burned into mine with raw intensity. “Then why don’t I show you that you are mine… and no one else’s.” --- He didn’t wait for my answer. Lord Blackwood kissed me deeply, claiming my mouth as he positioned himself at my entrance. I was still sore from last night, but the moment his thick cock pushed inside me in one long, slow stroke, pleasure overrode the ache.

She strides into any room and tilts the world off its axis, gliding through my house as though she owns the deed while daring me to push her out. She needles my limits just to gauge my temper and every time I refuse to snap, her frustration morphs into fascination. I wonder what she'd do if I shoved back, let her believe she was under my skin. She'd probably crank the heat even higher. Ours will never be a soft, gooey sort of marriage. That’s not who we are. We’re gasoline and the match. One of us will spark, the other will feed the blaze. Sooner or later we’ll blur together, unable to tell who struck first or who fanned the flames. All I know is that I want to burn with her, for her, becaus

I am infinitely fucking patient. Bloodlust, and its cousin, uncontrollable sexual frenzy, are a problem for young werewolves in my community. Mix hormones with animalistic desires and needs and things explode. But I’ve never forced myself on a girl. Not even when I could smell her desire as she denied me. I don’t know how well I’m going to be able to keep myself in check with Billie Black. If I smell her desire for me, will I be able to control myself, when I know fate has tied us together and our coming together is inevitable anyway?

And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable. “Tatiana, let’s go,” Sasha repeated. Another shuddering breath filled my lungs. Black suits slowly drifted away, taking their black hearts with them. The sea of underworld men came to pay respects. Russian. Italian. American. Canadian. Colombian. A sea of black, which I’d always been a part of. No matter how much my brothers sheltered me. My eyes flickered to my brother, seeing him through the fog of grief. It felt like I wasn’t really here. But then I was.

“There’s good guys, and then there’s involuntary monasticism.” “Exactly,” Alex said, leaning over to top off my glass. “You’re twenty-eight, not ninety-two. You’re allowed to want to be fucked properly.” Heat flashed through me at the word properly, because of course it did. These two had starred in more than one ill-advised fantasy over the years, always safely filed under never gonna happen because (a) they’re in love with each other and (b) they’re very, very gay. Or so I’d spent half a decade telling myself.

My hand roamed around the hard, smooth muscle of his chest. He pulled me closer to himself, the heat from his body seeping past the thick black fabric of my hoodie. “Shut me up.” Fuck... My eyes blinked briefly. “Skyler Gale,” I called. “I’m not gay.” “Riven Blackthorn,” he called back, his eyes burning into mine. “I don’t give a fuck.” Damn… “You’re so stupid,” I cursed. Without thinking, I slammed my lips on his. And I felt him smile. One hand rested on the small of my waist, the other went under my hoodie, his warm hands connecting with my skin.

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He stood and slipped out of his shorts and boxers, his member already hard and erect. I licked my lips, my hips arching with desire to feel him between my legs. He turned and knelt on the floor, fumbling for his jeans. I heard the plastic packaging open, and he returned, ready for me. He climbed up onto the bed and kissed me deeply as he moved over my body. I wrapped my arms around his back, and he positioned himself at my entrance. We locked gazes, the blue of his eyes shining even in the dark as he delved into me.

My body shook at the hammering assault of my completion, fabricating my body into a messy writhing wildcat, hungry for him, and instead of stopping, he plowed it all back inside with a feral growl, his hands squeezing my globes, and I knew what he wanted — to cast aside all the inhibitions in me to which my body surrendered — and I squirted around his raging length as he prodded deeply my body spasmed, unable to control the pleasurable assault. "kitten-oh! You're getting impossibly tighter." He growled. After coming down from my high, with his length still buried deep inside me, he brought my legs to rest over his legs. Chest heaving, eyes dark with desire, he hovered over me and nuzzled my