Boyxboy Smutty Books Novels & Stories

Well, I won’t let it work. “Ahh, much better. Has anyone ever told you that your thighs are quite comfy or that I’d love to suffocate between them?” Aidan winked, flashing that stupid, charming smile. “Knock it off.” I rolled my eyes and smacked his face with the book. “No need for violence unless that’s your kink, leannan.” Aidan teased. “I have a question. Does your father know you read smut?" He asked. "Now, if you want me to learn from these books…” He tapped the book in my hands. “You’ll have to read them to me.”

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

he demands, leaning closer as his body pressing against mine. I can feel his hard cock straining against his pants rubbing against my ass. “Please, Daddy, wreck my pussy,” I gasp tears streaming from the choking and the overwhelming sensations. “Finger-Fuck me harder, make me cum like the bad student I am. I need it so much— your hands owning me, choking me until I can’t breathe.” He laughs low and dark adding a third finger stretching me wide as he scissors them inside. “That’s right you filthy little cumslut. Your cunt’s gripping me like it never wants to let go. Gonna make you squirt all over my desk, then maybe I will bend you over and ram my cock in next.”

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

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.

His low grunts mixed with my moans, filling the room with the wet sounds of skin-on-skin and raw fucking. “Slap my ass,” I gasped. “Please, Daddy! Tell me I’m your little bitch!” “God yes,” he growled. He brought his hand down with a sharp smack, then rubbed the sting away. He did it again, harder, and I shuddered as the burn blended perfectly with the pleasure building in my prostate. “My little slut. My cock-teasing stepson,” he panted, barely able to speak as his orgasm built. I could feel him swelling inside me—he was close, and so was I. We were perfectly in sync, something rare for me, and I was already getting addicted to his cock. “Tell me to cum in your ass!” he demanded, pounding h

wall again, lifted pounding, back scraping as he slammed nonstop. Doggy on the floor next, ass up, cock spearing from behind, hands fisting hair. "Show size... take it all, crush girl." "Beg nicely... or no more. Fall in love? Mine to unlock anytime." Second climax hit, body shaking, gushing around him. He followed, pulling out to rub cum over my ass, then back in, senseless rhythm, hardening minutes later, true to the pull. Counter tease, bed tangle hours of desperate fucks, tension's fire consuming.

My heavy eyes locked on him briefly before I reached out and palmed the thick flesh, a surge of heat coursing through me as to how much weight it had. He pulled me closer so that we were an inch away from each other then he sandwiched our cock. A chill shiver ran down my spine at the feeling, my lips parted but no sound came out. “Rub our cocks” he hissed. My ears burned at the dirty words but lust burned harder as my palms enclosed both our lengths together. My chest burned with every breath as my eyes fluttered close at the heart wrenching sensation. “Fuckkkkk” a guttural moan slipped past my lips as he moved his hips gently.

“Yeah, that’s it. Let him fuck your mouth a little. He paid for it, didn't he? Let's give Mr Hale a good experience.” She bobbed her head in a nod. Her cheeks hollowed, spit slicking the dick she had in her mouth as she worked him. Hale’s breaths grew heavier. The room felt smaller, hotter. She was aware of every sound, the wet glide of the cock in her mouth, Hale’s low groans, her boyfriend’s murmuring as he goaded her on. “Make it messy, my little slut,” her boyfriend murmured, slapping her cheeks. “I want it sloppy. Let him see how filthy you can be. Right?"

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not the only one who likes filthy books, you know. I like filthy art, too. A load of my stuff is NSFW. Pete loves it.” The relief flooded through me. I’d had no idea how much I’d needed to share the details of my newfound sex life with someone until then. I was still coming to know myself, and getting a glimpse of how far my own sexuality went. I’d never thought my interest in books would come to life, but it had. I was loving every second. Craving more. “Julian’s filthy. Like, really filthy.” “Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?”