Dark Erotica Novels Novels & Stories

I am still rock hard as I walk out of my room for a glass of water and I walk in on a girl I have never seen before kneeling in front of Lydia. Lydia's cheeks are bright red as the girl massages sunscreen on her thigh. If I thought my step daughter looked attractive before, now she looks like walking lust. She has on a bikini that barely holds up her boobs, the blue fabrics stretch over her breasts, barely holding on for it's life. Fuck…to suck on those would be so nice. I hide in the corner and grab my still hard cock through my shorts, squeezing it pathetically. What sort of torture is this? I just swore I would taint Lydia and here she is…

“On your knees where you belong. All that quiet attitude and you’re just another slut for my cock.” His words should have angered me. Instead they sent heat pooling low in my belly. I moaned around him, and Damien cursed, his grip tightening. “Keep making those sounds and I won’t last.” I sucked harder, swirling my tongue, letting him use my mouth. The basement filled with wet sounds and his heavy breathing. My own erection strained painfully against my jeans, humiliating and undeniable. Damien’s thrusts grew erratic. “Look at me,” he ordered. I lifted my eyes. Our gazes locked, and something raw passed between us. Hate. Need. Years of tension exploding in this one forbidden moment.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Emma lay beside us on the desk, watching with wide eyes and rubbing her clit. "Tell me how much you love your dad's cock," I growled, spanking Lila again. "I love it!" Lila cried out. "Your thick cock feels so good in my pussy. Don't stop, please!" I kept thrusting, switching my gaze between both girls. Emma reached over and pinched Lila's nipple, earning a sharp moan. My balls tightened as I fucked Lila deeper, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room. "More," I said, pulling Lila's hair. "Both of you are mine tonight."

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

Their cocks were obscene: thick as wrists, veined like twisted ropes, heads flared and leaking heavy, glowing precum that dripped in long sticky strands onto the floor with wet plops. Marcus screamed through the ring gag, but it came out as a wet gargle. The five demons circled Lila slowly, breathing heavy, sulfur and raw lust thick in the air. She stood there trembling, cum still leaking down her thighs from the first two, but her pussy was clenching visibly, hungry for more.

“I’m the boss’s late-night whore… the one who begs to get her pussy destroyed instead of working… the slut who wants to be left leaking and used…” He kept her right on the edge for what felt like forever, slowing just enough when she got close, then slamming hard again the second she calmed. Her body shook. Sweat slicked her skin. The clock crawled past midnight, then one, then two. He moved her again, this time onto the floor on all fours. He knelt behind her, grabbed a fistful of hair, and drove back in deep. The new angle made her cry out high and raw. He pounded her without mercy, hips snapping fast, the sound filthy and wet.

He didn’t need a screen to know what was waiting on the other side. Dominic’s voice still echoed in his head: You make me want to ruin everything. Last night hadn’t just been about lust. It was something more dangerous. More permanent. Eli hadn’t just crossed a line—he’d burned it. And now he was lying in the ashes, unsure whether to grieve or rejoice. He closed his eyes again, dragging the pillow over his face. He could still feel Dominic—hands on his waist, lips at his throat, voice trembling at the edge of restraint. It hadn’t been careful. It hadn’t been planned. But it had been real.

The contrast between the cold window and the burning heat of his body was driving me insane. “That’s it,” he rasped, his breath hot against my ear. “Scream into my hand. Let it all out. No one can see you falling apart on my dick, but they might hear you if you’re loud enough. Would you like that? Knowing your colleagues are working late while I ruin this tight pussy?” His words were filthy, degrading, and perfect. My inner walls fluttered around him as another orgasm built fast and vicious. I moaned desperately against his palm, licking and biting at his fingers.

His shorts tented obviously now, his cock thickening at my proximity. He ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes dropping to my thin tank top, where my nipples poked through the fabric. 'I found them online. After you visited last time, I couldn't stop thinking about you. It was a mistake, but... fuck, you're so beautiful.' His confession hung in the air, raw and honest. My anger twisted into hunger. I'd fantasized about older men, about crossing lines, but this? This was real. Dangerous. I glanced at the stairs, Katrina could wake any second, but the risk only made my clit pulse harder.