Booktok Erotica Novels & Stories

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

“Stretching Mommy’s married hole again right under her son’s nose. What if Jake walks in right now? Sees me bouncing on this fat cock that belongs to his best friend. Sees my tits bouncing while you breed me?” The dirty risk made everything ten times hotter. I thrust up gently to meet her, burying myself balls-deep. Elena’s mouth opened in a silent, desperate gasp, her eyes widening. Her creamy juices coated my balls and leaked down to my ass. I slid one hand down to rub her swollen clit in slow, firm circles while she rode me like a filthy secret.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

I turned to look at Blake " You have many girls at your Beck and call ready to go down on you, fuck you however you want, give you the pleasure you desire, like you called me I'm just Miss boobs and I've got nothing to offer you “ I stiffened ehilti talked as his hands started wandering to inappropriate places. "You made me jerk off Kayla,you made me think if how warm and tight your pussy was”his dirty words were making me wet as he stared directly at my eyes. “What do you want Blake?" “I want to fuck you right here in the mist of everyone"his eyes locked in mine, his hands on my nipples teasing it. I couldn't deny… I would not dare deny that I needed him.

“Fuck, Elara. You look like every dirty fantasy I’ve had about you. Tied up in my chair, legs spread, waiting to be used.” He moved behind the desk and hit a button. The lights in the office dimmed to a low, intimate glow, but the city lights outside still poured through the windows. I was on display again, bound and helpless. He returned with the silver vibrator and something new— a small, jeweled butt plug. My breath caught. “Kai… I’ve never—” “I know,” he murmured, coating the plug generously with lube. “Tonight you will. Breathe for me.”

I say hiding the book behind me. "Okay now, I obviously have to know." He says with a smirk. "It's nothing," I say smiling. "Oh it's something. Oh my God it's Porn?" He says flat out laughing now. "No it's not, I say. It's a romance novel with occasional sex scenes." I say explaining. He reaches out and collects the book from hand. "It's say erotica right here, so it's obviously porn." He says laughing. "Okay maybe it's an erotic romance book." I say with a blush creeping up my neck.

Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum. It was not a history. It was a collection of letters, intimate and raw, written by Alphas to their mates across generations. The words were so visceral, so full of longing and possession, that she found herself whispering them aloud, her voice a soft murmur in the quiet room. “I would have you on your knees before me, not in supplication, but in celebration. I would teach your mouth the shape of my name until you forget all others…” A floorboard creaked behind her

Unconsciously I’d arched my back, and he smirked at my eager expression. “You're such a slut. A stubborn slut.” I closed my eyes and waited in anticipation as he bent downwards, expecting his cock to touch my entrance, when I felt his mouth on my breast. I buckled. “Now listen here, kitten. I'm going to touch you here,” I almost squirmed when I felt his fingers on my clit, “And when I find that you're following my orders perfectly, I'll stop with the torturing.” “But I don’t want you to stop with the torturing,” I whispered.

“Taste it. Taste what you did. What we did.” He forced his fingers past her lips. The flavor was complex—her own tang, the bitter salt of other men, the unmistakable musk of raw sex. She sucked on them, her eyes rolling back, a fresh wave of shameful arousal drowning her anger. Satisfied, he unzipped his jeans. His thick cock, already fully hard, sprang free. He rubbed the head through the soaked, sensitive folds of her pussy, gathering the mixed fluids. “This is what you do to me,” he hissed. “You make me a fucking animal. You make me want to share you and then reclaim you.”

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?