Black Steamy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

Until a few weeks ago: ~ The house is empty. Music slips into the silence, low and steady. I sway my hips in rhythm, not bothering with the clothes my mother would approve of. Today, I let myself exist. I’m in just my bra and panties, nothing more. My hair is tied back with a ribbon instead of being hidden beneath fabric. I’ve been keeping a secret collection of romance songs and steamy novels, tucked away under my bed. I lend them out when the pile gets too large, trading them for new ones from old classmates.

he purred, yanking her panties off. They immediately got hit by the full force of the scent of her slick, an absolute alpha haze taking over them. Callum pushed her against the bed and devoured her mouth while Connor peeled her swollen folds open and buried himself between her thick thighs. Kane stripped off his clothes before walking over to her with a monstrous cock. He tapped the crown against her greedy lips and watched her eagerly reach for it and suck it. "Take it all, you horny bitch," he growled, tugging at her hair while Callum pinned her hands to the bed and sucked on her tits. Connor continued lapping at her pussy as she gushed more slick for them.

“Fills me so deep I can feel him in my stomach. Look how stretched I am. Look how wet. This is what you get when you call a woman cold in bed. This is what real want looks like.” Roman groaned like he was dying and came again, flooding me a second time, cock pulsing hard and deep. I felt every thick spurt, the heat of it filling me until it leaked out around his shaft in heavy white streams that ran down my ass and onto the sheets, perfectly framed for the camera and every viewer. He pulled out slowly. I stayed open, legs spread wide, and reached down with two fingers to scoop his cum, holding it up to the lens so the light caught it.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. Specifically, this book may have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, kīdnapping, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This will be your only warning. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned!

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With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

I stormed out of Daniel’s office building, the cool night air hitting my flushed skin like a slap. My hands were shaking, tears of fury burning in my eyes, but underneath the heartbreak, my body was on fire. The image of Daniel pounding that blonde over his desk refused to leave my mind his thick cock sliding in and out of her, her moans, the wet sounds of their fucking. It made me sick. It also made me so fucking wet I could feel my juices coating my inner thighs as I walked to my car.

"And an invitation." He reached down, his hand sliding beneath her underwear. He found her already wet, her body reacting instantly to his presence. "Ah! Damien..." she moaned, her head falling back. "Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick. "Dripping for me in the middle of my office. Right where I fire people. Right where I make million-dollar decisions." *Schlick.* His fingers slid inside her, a sudden, deep intrusion that made Rhema’s hips jerk upward.