Novel & Cerita Books With Lots Of Smut

I was soaked, unable to stop the pleasure building. Mitch was roughly kneading my breasts with one hand, while his other hand circled and gently squeezed the other. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think. All I felt was being filled and fucked like a slut. “Yes…yes…fuck me harder…” The words gurgled around Devon's cock. Hans slammed into me, his balls slapping my wet flesh. “Take every inch, Yassy.” My body shuddered violently and I came for the second time. I screamed into Devon's cock and my pussy pulsed around Hans. My juices sprang out as he groaned, pulling out and jerking himself. Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits.

Wh-what did he mean by that? Why did this ominous feeling rise in my gut after hearing those words? "I'm going to spank your cunt for being so naughty, craving a forbidden dick. It deserves some punishment, don't you think?" He asked me, a puckish smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. Oh god! After so many aeons of waiting, my cunt still couldn't snag that gorgeous dick? Ah, I was getting discouraged. Depressed even. Yet my pussy, a wonderful betrayal throbbed, seeming ready for anything as long as it involved my hot stepdaddy.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

Most people that meet Autumn and Wynter always fall in love with them and Regina was no exception. Back then when they were still small, Regina and her coworkers would take them off my hands and let me do my shopping without any distractions. "I guess that you are getting your regulars?" She winked at me making me laugh. Yeah, I was obsessed with reading smutty and spicy books . The ones that make toes curl, thighs clench in shock and pressure and make someone take a breather because they couldn't handle the hot sex scenes. "Yeah and some of these books on the list." I handed her the list and watched as she perused through it.

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Oh my sweet Lord, those eyes. Getting lost in them meant he could order me to strip and I might just do it. Eagerly. I could only imagine how those eyes would burn in the heat of passion. Dark and stormy. Consuming. I have to stop reading those smut books. Maybe switch to horror, mystery, history. Anything but books full of sex. Lowering myself down in the chair opposite his, I crossed one leg over the other and waited. My heart drummed against my ribs while I held his gaze, hiding the effect he had on me.