Bwwm Smut Novels & Stories

Oh, so you wanna play hard to get, I thought to myself with a smirk. I look down her body, medium perky breasts rested on her bodycon black dress. A small waist, thick, juicy ass. She was not very tall either and had long black hair I couldn't wait to pull on and those juicy thick thighs I could already imagine diving in between. "Put her drinks on my tab," I said to the bartender who handed her a dry martini "No, I've got it," she says to the bartender. "I insist," I said turning to her. Flashing her my panty dropping smile that always had the ladies on their knees, sucking on my dick.

Jasmine said in a high-pitched voice. "Fuck!" Belle responded. "Oh my God," Angelina screeched embarrassedly, covering her flammable face. They were putting dirty images in her mind and her naughty brain was not helping the gruesome showing of vivid images. "She's so cute," Jasmine giggled, pinching her cheek. Nathaniel came in, "Please don't tease my wife" He chuckled, patting Angelina's head adoringly before stealing a quick kiss from her plump lip. "PDA, my virgin eyes" Belle gasped, taking another sweet from the box

Archie nodded and cracked a smile. Everyone clapped their hands. Archie looked at Dylan, and Dylan wore the same face he had before the match started. The countenance was one of disinterest. Archie looked away. He was disappointed, after all he had worked very hard to impress Dylan. "Second…" the man paused. Keith looked at Archie and lifted his head higher than it already was. "Second, Scott Burkholder, ambassador of the Lavamore empire, with five grous!" Scott opened a genuine smile.

My breathing quickened. Damien stood behind me and trailed a riding crop down my spine. The cool leather made me arch. “Tell them who you belong to.” “I belong to Damien Blackwood,” I said, voice trembling but clear. The crop snapped lightly against my ass. I gasped. “Louder.” “I belong to Damien Blackwood!” Heat pooled between my legs. I was already wet, the lace framing my slick folds. He rewarded me by sliding the crop between my thighs, rubbing the flat leather against my clit. I moaned, hips rocking shamelessly. The audience murmured approval. My face burned with embarrassment, but the arousal was stronger. Being watched like this—objectified, displayed—made everything sharper.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

He just appeared and talked behind her back. “Good… morning.” Her eyes wandered his body. She almost drooled. She wanted to scream. He was just wearing his striped pajamas! Without. Shirt. On. The heavens would bow down for those shining and shimmering 6 pack abs! “Where’s Aunt Lolita and Maida, Tatiana? Why are you the one to cook?” Tatiana jolted. She blinked countless times in a second. “Uh—” She could not take her eyes away from his body. She gulped.

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

God… my father’s brother was making me come. My back bowed as my entire body shuddered with an orgasm that had me seeing God, when I knew it was the devil I would be greeting after this. I could feel how wet I was, juices squirting out of me and making a humiliating mess on my inner thighs and sliding down my legs. When the climax ended, I sagged against the granite, unable to catch my breath and gather my self-control. “Look at me,” Damien demanded. I forced myself to look over my shoulder and watched Damien lift his pussy-slickened fingers up, showing me how wet I made them. He sucked them clean, dragging his tongue over the length of those digits, his gaze focused on mine the entire time.