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“How about a human-unicorn that’s pink? I found one of them.” “No, it’s a pink unicorn, not half and half Chase. So you failed,” I stand up feeling happy with myself hearing him groan. I’ll start him off slow. Picking up a book I hand it to him. “So, it’s romance, and smut but also a psychological thriller,” I explain as he takes the book. “It’s a good starting one, the smut isn’t drastic, no alien with two cock,” I wink and he laughs. “What is this one about then?” he asks.

Please exit this material immediately if you are not of legal age. This book is Rated 18+ for the following elements: Explicit sex scenes Mature language and erotic dialogue Adult themes including lust, fantasy, and casual sexual relationships Short, high-heat scenarios designed for quick adult entertainment Every story within this book is crafted with the intention of delivering steamy, unapologetic, and fast-paced erotica that satisfies the instant cravings of readers who enjoy stories of spontaneous passion, taboo indulgences, and sexually charged interactions. The characters, settings, and scenarios are fictional and meant for escapism—not intended to reflect or encourage real-life behav

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

It was a hard-core p**n magazine. "Oooohh", she cooed, "I like this". She said as she grabbed the book from me and started to flip the pages. A few momemts of us sitting next to another, looking at pictures of people sucking and fucking, men fucking women, women fingering women, I could tell I was hard as hell and kept refraining from touching her ass with my hand. As she looked at each page, she moved herself back and onto my awaiting hand so I could feel her ass on my fingers. .

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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—

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.

“I love reading.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re reading sex, aren’t you?” “Ew! God, no,” I shot back, trying not to laugh. “It’s a good book—with just a little smut.” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed, amused. “Can I read it then?” “What? Hell no!” My cheeks flushed instantly. She tisked and shook her head. “You’re reading smut.” I groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

“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.”