Booktok Smut Novels & Stories

“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.

Emma’s heart thundered as he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties. “Lift,” he ordered softly. She obeyed, raising her hips. He peeled the damp cotton down her legs and tossed it aside. Cool air kissed her exposed pussy, already slick and swollen. Alex’s gaze locked there, hungry. “Fuck, look at you,” he breathed. “So pretty and wet for your big brother.” The forbidden word sent a jolt through her. She whimpered. He leaned in, pressing open-mouthed kisses along her inner thigh, stubble scraping deliciously. Higher and higher, until his breath ghosted over her clit. Emma’s hands fisted the sheets.

It was as if I was in a wonderland. His fingers suddenly slide my thing apart. His cold fingers come in touch with my hot clit. My legs wobbled at his touch. In the process of doing that, he was planting kisses on my napes. He suddenly stopped kissing and dragged his finger to the center of my honeypot, rubbing gently on the entrance, I was fighting the urge to moan.

I whispered biting my lips. She swallowed hard. “Every girl I touch comes crawling back, you're just too stubborn to admit how bad you want this”, I rolled my eyes, giggling. Without hesitation I grabbed her, hoisting her unto the counter like she was a little toy. “Ah…ahh”, she gasped, her hands gripping my waist. My lips slammed into her, kissing her with wet passion. Her tongue flickered around mine. So this bookworm knows how to kiss. My tongue fucked hers better than any cock could. I pulled out her cardigan and ripped open her shirt,my soft hand diving to grab her tits.

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.

I murmured against her bare neck, my teeth grazing the mark. Fuck, I wanted to give her another one. I wanted to bite her againharder, deeper, longer. My heart stuttered and I gripped her hips from behind, pulling her ass against me. I wanted to give her a pup right here, right now. Fill her with a thick load. “Fine.” She snapped the book shut and turned to face me, meeting my eyes. She glanced down at my bare chest, ran her tongue across her bottom lip, and hooked a finger through my belt loop. “I have been reading werewolf smut.”

I had been wet since the afternoon, when the memory of his voice and the stretch of him and the taste of us on my tongue had followed me through every ordinary task. I selected a different manuscript this time—an early 17th-century bestiary, fragile and beautifully illuminated—and opened it carefully in the center of the table. Then I stepped out of my shoes, placed my hands on the wood, and bent over exactly as he had left me the night before. The position lifted the back of my skirt. The air moved across my exposed cunt and the backs of my thighs. I could feel how slick I already was. I waited. At 12:03 a.m. the outer door opened and closed. Familiar footsteps crossed the room. The deadbol

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

Also me after writing half the chapter out: fuck it, do the smut scene and fuck with their emotions! Anyone else feeling a little bad for Alpha Quade??? Just me.. Ayt! This book is gonna be a lot darker than the last one so, be warned.