Bwwm Smut Novels & Stories

His thumb rubbed fast, frantic circles over the leaking tip, smearing the warm moisture all over. "Ah! Fuck—! No, wait—!" I cried out, my knees shaking against his legs. "Ssshh I've got you," he whispered, his voice deep and possessive. He sped up even more, his hand turning into a slick blur. The wet sound of his palm sliding over my length echoed in the quiet room, mixing with our heavy breathing. His every stroke was deep, rhythmic, and ruthless, stripping away my last bit of pride until all I could do was arch my back, completely at his mercy.

He felt exposed and so turned on he thought he might finish untouched. Damon pulled out suddenly, breathing hard, and stroked himself once, eyes locked on Kai's face. "Stand up. Bend over the desk." Kai's legs shook as he rose. He bent over the wood, hands flat on the surface. Damon stepped in behind him, pressing his body along Kai's back, one hand reaching around to palm him through his jeans. "So hard for your professor," Damon said against his ear. "Do you still want me to fuck you?" "Yes, sir. Please."

And that’s when I heard the growl. Low, Rumbling, and deep. Like it came from the chest of a god or an ancient beast. It rolled through my body like thunder, snapping me out of whatever weird trance I’d just slipped into. I tried to mask it, but it was too late. He saw it. The way I flinch, the slight moment of hesitation. The admiration. His smirk sharpened. He’d gained a point. I’d just lost one. Shit! My dignity went down the drain. Disgust crawled up my spine like sour bile. Why were werewolves so…damn…hot?

Dino and Tomiwa, bruised but alive, are entering a dark building marked with red graffiti. Below it, a message: "He’s mine now. - S"

Disgusting alphas. Bloom leans over, whispering, “You alright?” Sage lets out a breath, adjusting the sheer sleeve of his outfit; it’s sticky to his skin. “No,” he mutters, “I hate this outfit. I look like some fancy doll.” Bloom casts him a smile. “You look like a Luna.” Sage’s lips press into a thin line, his eyes narrowing. “I look like every alpha’s idea of a quiet, pretty omega. That’s not me.”

Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing together as they rutted against each other like animals. Lucas leaned in, hot breath against Damien’s ear. “I can smell how empty your hole is. How bad it needs to be knotted and bred by a stronger alpha.” He ripped Damien’s jeans open with one savage tug. Damien’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping, slapping wetly against his abs. Lucas shoved his own pants down, freeing his massive alpha cock — longer and thicker than Damien’s, veins bulging, the head already slick and angry red. Lucas spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. Their precum mixed, making everything slick and nasty.

Smokey answered. "I have an IUD. We can forget the condoms if you want." Sam replied. "Oh, I do. Baby I've never been bare in anyone. Hell, the thought of entering you bare almost made me lose it. Fuck baby, you got me so worked up this is gonna be quick." He warned. He moved back behind her and entered in one slow thrust. "Oh damn!" Sam moaned. "Fuck don't move, and don't moan. I'm barely hanging on here baby." Smokey groaned.

he growled muffled from under, voice vibrating against my breast. But the sucking grew bolder licking rough, jiggling both boobs now with pulls that made them bounce silent. Pain-pleasure mix from the bites, my walls clenching empty. "Harder... lick harder," I mouthed silent, arching into his face. Movie droned on, Mia engrossed in a plot twist. Jax emerged slow, blanket settling, face flushed with that wicked smirk. "Your turn to suck, slut," he rasped low, eyes dark with need. The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts.

“If you aren’t a slut, why were you looking at me like that. I saw you looking from the balcony. You’re either a slut or a fucking voyeur and pervert. Which is it?? What is your name slut?” “It’s…it’s..it’s Mary” was the stuttering reply. Sara cupped my breasts in her hands, “You haven’t told me yet. Are you a slut, or a pervert, or both?” I groaned with pleasure at the erotic touch of the bikini clad girl. “I…i…quit it…please stop…please…” little tears formed in the corners of my eyes. How had I let myself get into this position? “Drop your swim suit slut Mary. I want to see your naked body. Do it now, pet. You know you can’t resist me.” The teen kept staring into my eyes. The colors. The c

He wasn’t, by standard, a short person, but compared to his client, Jace’s 5’8” height seemed like a dwarf. This shouldn’t be happening! Jace thought, but he made no effort to stop it. His breath quickened, and his heart racing in his chest was the only sound that filled him as it slammed against his eardrums. The client ran his fingers up and down Jace’s arm calmly, still staring at him with his grey eyes and for a moment, Jace thought they glinted silver with desire and… excitement? A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused.