Novel & Cerita Black Steamy Romance Novels

Sara pushed her breasts together and opened her mouth. "Come on me," she begged. "Cover your stepsister with your cum. Callum came with a deep guttural moan. Thick ropes of hot cum shot across her breasts. Her neck. Her face. Pulse after pulse. Painting her. Marking her. They collapsed together. Breathing hard. Bodies covered in sweat and cum. Callum pulled her into his arms. He kissed her forehead. Then her lips. Softly this time. "This is just the beginning," he whispered. "I am nowhere near done ruining you this week."

Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

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When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

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.

His breath came in harsh, uneven bursts. “You're going to make me do something stupid,” he said. “What?” “Keep you.” The word hit me in the chest. I opened my mouth, but he was already moving, driving into me with a rhythm that stole my breath and my thoughts. The washstand creaked beneath me. A jar of lavender oil tipped over, rolled, and fell to the floor. I didn't hear it break. I was lost in the slap of his hips against mine, the wet sound of his cock sliding into my cunt, the low curses he muttered against my mouth.

The kind that’s not going to tell you she washed her hair because it was covered in cum. My mind drifted back to last night or this morning, since I didn’t come back till 4am. I felt a sharp thrill as a memory of me riding a cock while the others feasted on my body, flashed through my mind. A small smile crept across the corners of my mouth. I still felt sore from all the places I had been ravished. A fantasy well lived…so much better than what I had imagined. I bet you’re wondering, how did I end up in a room with a bunch of strangers, living out my fantasy?

“Brayden, try to keep her calm for a moment. I’ll get Dilan. We need all three of us for this.” He left the room, the door clicking shut behind him. The second he was gone, I attacked Brayden’s mouth. I kissed him hard, biting at his lower lip until I drew blood. The moment the rich, smoky taste of his demonic blood hit my tongue, something shifted inside me. The sickening nausea from the forced blood earlier vanished completely, burned away like mist in sunlight. But the heat in my pussy only flared hotter, wilder. Brayden pulled back slightly, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes. “Your eyes… they’re red. Fucking beautiful. You look like you want to devour me.”

‎ ‎While she laid there, completely exposed to him, he pushed her legs apart and stared down at her cunt openly, his d**k dancing happily in his shorts. ‎ ‎"Aren't you married, Elena? Why is your p***y so wet for me? Naughty girl". Ryan said gruffly as he knelt between her spread legs. ‎ ‎Elena couldn't form a real answer as her head swam with need. She couldn't tell the difference between right and wrong, up and down, right or left. Is this another dream? She thought. Would it end all over again? Am I supposed to be enjoying this? ‎