Detailed Smut Novels & Stories

“DON'T GRUDGE ME MY RARE AMUSEMENT, DEATH.” “Take the worm and stow her below-deck,” Samael said through gritted teeth. Dumah's rotten lips cracked in a shark toothed-smile. “WITH PLEASURE.” “What? Hell no! My daydreams about being a pirate wench do not include Nazguls.” Dumah snatched me up with no concern. I gagged on the foul air surrounding him. My clothes grew damp where his oozing hands touched me.

She stayed on her hands and knees, head hung, his cum and her milk dripping onto the sheets she shared with her husband. Matt turned his head on the pillow and looked at Dominic's peaceful, sleeping profile, then at the wreck of his sister beside him. He reached out, ran a finger through the wetness on the small of her back, and brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean as his eyes held hers. He held her gaze as he pulled his wet finger from his mouth, extending it toward her lips, glistening with their mixed salt and sweetness. “Taste.”

I brought my fingers up to my mouth, sucking them slowly, keeping intense eye contact with him. I popped the wet fingers out of my mouth then trailed my hand to my entrance. A seductive smile crept across my face when I finally reached my aching pussy, I opened my mouth wide, furrowing my brows when I swirled my saliva-coated fingers around my clit. Spreading my legs even wider, and dipping a finger inside my pussy, trying to maintain eye contact with him. I curled the finger inside my wet pussy in and out repeating those movements. I couldn't take it anymore, I threw my head back moaning at the intense pleasure.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

"Fuck, I promise you're going to sit for breakfast with my cum dripping through your panties while I smile at your mom, thinking what I've done to her daughter without her knowing." "You're sick," I moaned, but I cum twice more before he even finished. He pulled out, and his cum pulled a rope across my stomach. He rubbed it with his palm, smearing it like he was drawing something. I lay there, coated in him, inside and out, watching him smear his cum on my skin until even my pussy clenched. "Let's quickly go and take a shower before our parents come down and find us like this," he said. "It'll be too bad if we get caught."

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."

I completely forgot whatever must have happened before and left him take complete control of me. He pulled away, kissing my neck and marking me again. "I can smell your wetness from here. The scent is too...attracting." I blushed and it made me more wet as he teased me. He kissed my lips again, sliding his hands into my wet panties. I gasped, the moment his fingers went in my tight clit. "Leo... Wait... We can't..." I tried to say but ended up with a moan. He smirked, "You know what a slut you'll be when I am putting my cock inside of you now... Don't worry... As long as you don't scream, he won't wake up."