Booktok Smut Meaning Novels & Stories

“You want a cock, you’ll take cock. You’ll take every inch I give you.” "Yes Beta," She cried, cumming furiously from being used. His cock rammed into her ass, tits bouncing against the floor, drool smearing across the paper. “Say it,” he demanded through clenched teeth. “Say you’re my ass-slut.” Her voice cracked, wrecked with pleasure and shame. “I’m...I’m your ass-slut," “That’s right,” he barked, driving her down onto his cock with savage thrusts, her ass clenching helplessly around the brutal shaft.

he whispered as his grip on me tightened. “Do i-it. Release your juices inside of me. Make me pregnant,” I muttered breathily. I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. All I want is for him to fill me with his cum. He looked shocked by what I said but pleasured as well. “Damn! You really are a slut, huh? You want your friend's father to make you pregnant? I don’t even know that my daughter’s best friend is a slut!" “Y-Yes, Steve. I’m a slut, so fuck me."

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"It's just a romance story I found on the shelf.” "Honey, this is pure smut!" She cackled, flopping down onto the armrest of my chair, still chuckling. She closed the book and looked at me with a smirk, her eyes glinting with unfiltered mischief. "Honestly, I really wonder how you cope. You're here looking so innocent, but you must be so sex-starved. Tell me, is that why you’re reading this despite knowing what it’s about?” I blinked in complete shock at her blunt words. "Mary, please!"

The double sensation made my knees weak. “Talk to me daddy,” I panted. “Tell me how it feels.” I clenched my waist and let out a soft light moan. “So fucking tight,” he breathed, lips brushing my ear. “Hot. Wet. Like you were made for this. For me.” His words pushed me higher. I reached back with one hand, gripping his thigh, urging him deeper. He fucked me harder, hips slapping against my ass. Books shifted on the shelf. One fell to the floor with a soft thud, but we didn’t stop.

“I want to feel this pussy squeezing me when you fall apart.” His words, the filthy way he’s claiming me, the way his thick cock stretches and fills me completely it’s too much. My second orgasm crashes over me even harder than the first. I scream his name, back arching off the bed as my walls clamp down around him, pulsing and gushing. Dean doesn’t stop. He fucks me straight through it, growling praises and dirty words into my ear. “Good girl… such a good little slut for Daddy… soaking my cock so fucking well.”

Chloe's POV I thought I was just having a wet dream. I was floating in the heavy, warm darkness after spending half the night writing one of my erotica books. My body was stretched out on tangled sheets and I was wearing nothing but an old cotton T-shirt that had ridden up to my ribs. I thought the book I was writing was affecting my dream because someone was sucking my pussy in the dream. I felt a tongue. Slow and deliberate. It slid from the bottom of my slit up to my clit in one long, dirty lick.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Keeping the previous book on the shelf I glanced for another book. "What is it amore, didn't like your book?" Alesso asked with a smug look making me narrow my eyes at him. "No, it was fine but I am in no mood to read that type of book right now." I looked back at the shelf and he hummed in response. While glancing I looked that all books were filled with only smut. I was confused, who only has smut books on their shelf. Looking back at Alesso I see him trying to keep a straight face.

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.