Dirtiest Romance Novel Novels & Stories

And for a minute, I just sit there, glaring at the ceiling like it owes me rent. Then, I glance to my right. And there it is. The only good thing about today. Devil’s Muse. A thick, absolutely sinful romance novel I pulled from the stack of books Janet got from the hospital library. The kind that has zero shame and maximum plot twists. The kind that doesn’t ask me to heal or forgive myself or do the inner work. No. This book asks me to shut up and watch the enemies-to-lovers pair absolutely ruin each other emotionally and then physically—with very vivid, very illegal levels of detail.

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

Every time I read romance novels, I've always thought what a bunch of liars those authors are, to put shitty smut that the majority of us women, don't even experience. Like seriously, getting wet just by his presence in the room? Or at the sound of his voice? Bullshit, that's what it is!

The fantasy made me so wet I was almost certain I would leave a mark on the chair. After dinner Jack suggested drinks on the back patio. I excused myself to the kitchen under the pretense of getting water. The moment I was alone I pressed my back against the counter and slipped one hand under my dress. I was soaked. My fingers slid easily through the wetness. I rubbed my clit in tight circles and bit my lip hard to stay quiet, imagining it was Richard’s hand instead of mine. Imagining him behind me, chest pressed to my back, two fingers pumping into me while he told me what a filthy girl I was for getting this wet over him. I pulled my hand away before I could come. Not yet. Not while he was

But with him, I felt seen, desired. He groaned, low and tortured, his grip tightening. “God, girl, you're killing me. You're beautiful, smart... but I'm your stepdad. This is wrong.” Yet his body betrayed him, leaning closer, breath mingling with mine. The scent of him, sawdust, soap, man…filled my lungs. “Wrong feels right sometimes,” I said, echoing words I'd read in forbidden books, the ones that made me touch myself at night thinking of him. I closed the gap, pressing my lips to his.

Ethan mumbled incoherently, his eyes rolled back, and his words only added to the fire burning within me. I swallowed him all, hungrily, slapping my tongue on his balls when they hit my lips as he thrusted in. " Fuck Lara! You are one dirty secretary!" " I love how tight your mouth is!" He whispered as he pulled at my hair, and I took him all in, his hungry and dirty words only adding to my arousal. "'Tell me he's never fucked your mouth before!" He demanded, as he slightly paused and I almost whimpered at how empty my throat felt.

I asked. "No," she answered hesitantly. "It was Ok, wasn't it?" "More than Ok. But why? Why haven't you ever done it before? Didn't your husband want you to?" I asked, while I slowly long stroked her. "Yeah, he used to want to a lot, but it's just so dirty," she responded. "It is dirty. In a great way," I told her. "It seemed too nasty." "What else was too nasty?" I asked.

“Even after I filled it once, it’s still sucking my dick like it wants more cum. You’re such a greedy whore.” Riana’s moans were constant now, broken and filthy. “I am. I’m your greedy whore. Fuck me harder. Wreck this pussy." The dirty talk sent a fresh surge of lust through him. Ryker spat on her asshole and pushed two fingers inside it while continuing to pound her cunt. The double penetration made Riana shake violently. Her pussy clenched around his cock even tighter, hot and pulsing, the creamy wetness making every thrust smoother and nastier. He pulled his cock out of her pussy with a wet pop and pressed it against her asshole. “You want this in your ass again?”

He asked and I nodded to the mattress. “Words, cara. Use words," he said and I said a muffled yes as I moaned and groaned at what his dick was doing to me even without him moving. “This is what you needed, no? This is why you followed me from that nightclub, because you wanted my dick. You're a slut for it, aren't you?" He talked dirty and that, without a warning, had an orgasm rumbling out me and I saw white as tears fell from my eyes and my mouth spouted obscenities and words I never would have said otherwise.

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.