Books With Smut Novels & Stories

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

Wouldn't that mean he had a kid somewhere? And the skeletons just keep growing. The first compartment is filled with files, cheque books, pens, notepads and other boring stuff. I close it and pull open the next one, and I freeze for a few seconds, red creeping to my cheeks, and my anger temporarily forgotten. There's a book with a very vivid image of what looks to be an orgy on it. Written in bold is the title, The Kama Sutra. There are several different notes attached inside, and as I push it aside, I falls out.

She laughed, thinking I was weak in mind, but somehow, a laugh tore from my chest. We laughed it off—the tension, the chemistry, just like we always did. I wasn't weak—I was just waiting for when she'd see me. Then, she'd be the first to find me as the dirtiest-hearted man who ever lived. The laughter filled the air until I raised the book in my hand. Fuck! One of her smutty books. “Drop that, Rhys!" She had barely stared a second before yelling. I didn't listen— as I flipped the thick cover of skulls and roses. The deduction read “To those who will always take it like the good girls they are….and would still swear they feel nothing"

I did not dare to open it. Before we could even settle into silence, the servant arrived with a platter of drinks. I thanked him as a glass of scotch was offered to me—though I would not drink it. “How are things fairing for you, Rueben?” I asked, looking around me at the walls of books. The words “Kama Sutra” passed by eye, along with some photo albums, which surely held revolting images inside. If not his stupidity, Reuben was also notorious for his promiscuity.

Thanks, Guys for Reading. Thanks for the love & Expect more kinky Smut A last-minute bonus scene : (continued) *************************** Lucy's fingers dug deeper, her nails drawing thin, crimson lines across Jane's inner thighs. She leaned in, her breath hot on Jane's ear, whispering venomous words, "You thought you could break me, didn't you? Thought you could just toy with me, use me like some disposable fucktoy. Look at you now, Jane. Pathetic. Helpless.