Black Steamy Romance Novels Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not exactly romantic, but perfect for what I had in mind. He pushed me against the rough brick wall, his body pressing against mine. His lips found mine, a savage kiss that devoured my mouth. His tongue plunged in, exploring every crevice, battling with mine. I moaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He tasted of whiskey and raw desire. His hand went under my skirt, pushing up the leather, finding my bare ass. He squeezed, hard, then his fingers found the thin lace of my thong, pushing it aside. My pussy was slick, throbbing.

She nodded, her breath coming out in pants as she ground softly against my thick bulge. I gave her a dark smile. "You want me that bad, huh?" She nodded again. "Yeah. I want you." My dick was already throbbing by the time I set her on the mahogany desk, flinging the books and knick-knacks on the table to the ground. She lay bare against me, hazel eyes fluttered, legs wide inviting me in. Pleasure pulled low in my stomach, charging all the way down to my cock as I watched her soaked led lacy panties being brandished before me.

His hot breath fanned my skin as he kissed my cheeks,lips,jaw,In between my breasts my stomach before stopping at my snatch. He Blew cool breeze on it before licking my little nub. His fingers continued their assault as his tongue licked and sucked all the nectars, making me to jerk and buck my hips. Soon his tongue created stabbing notions as……I screamed into the bright day, climbing my climax as I found my release. I laid on the bed, feeling weak and tired as he covered me with the blanket before placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. .. .. 💕Lady Katherine’s POV💕

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

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Keep writing. *The beast emerged from the gloom—towering, furred, muscles rippling like living stone beneath midnight-black pelt. His eyes burned amber, locked on her with raw possession. Between his powerful thighs hung a thick, veined cock, already half-hard, the head glistening with slick anticipation. A heavy knot swelled at the base, promising to lock her in place once he claimed what was his.* Heat blooms low in my belly. I press my thighs together harder. My breathing has changed—shallower, quicker. I force my fingers back to the keys.

[Alright everyone, I am officially putting my morals on hold. Forget the original couple. From now on, if there is anything steamy, I am consuming it. No crumbs left behind.] [I don't like pure romance stories! Give me something special!] [HAHAHAHA! What are you talking about?!] [Great! It's a hot couple! We're saved!] [How did the plot turn out like this? Whatever! I'm going to enjoy it first!] The next morning, I stared at the mirror with two dark circles and swollen lips.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

He draped my legs over his shoulders, before spearing his massive cock back in. “Nghhh…..ahhh…..mmmm…” The angle was brutal. He kept on hitting that spot inside me that made me see stars. “Look at me,” he snarled. “Look at me while I ruin this pussy.” I struggled to meet his gaze. His eyes were black and wild, his pupils dilated with lust written all over them. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my tits. “You’re tighter than her,” he growled. “So much fucking tighter. Gonna fill you up…..gonna destroy this sweet little cunt…”

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.