Dirty Romance Books Novels & Stories

The spoiled princess of the Green Fields Kingdom looked completely wrecked… and I hadn’t even given her the full length yet. Something dark and satisfied settled low in my chest at the sight. “I’m waiting,” I said quietly. Her voice came out broken. “Please… please fuck me properly. I need all of it. I need you deep—” I clicked my tongue and pulled out completely. The sudden loss made her let out a desperate little sound, half-sob, half-whine. I dragged the slick head of my cock up and down her folds again, coating myself in her, pressing just hard enough to make her try to chase it with her hips. Every time she lifted toward me, I eased back, denying her.

I said and pull him in the counter bar. After one hour the crowd is already wild and my head is like spinning I can feel Henry's hand on my legs and caress it seductively and kiss me on my neck and suck it gently. A moan scape to my mouth when he sucks my neck. My body starts to feel the heat and my pussy is starting to get wet. "Come on Ria," He said and carried me. He pinned me on the door and kissed me aggressively. He keeps sucking my neck down to my breast and suck my tits also.

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

And right there and then, I shattered around him. I come just by him penetrating me. When he said he doesn't fuck soft, I'd expected it. But with each thrust, it was like he was breaching my wall, breaking my soul apart. This time around, he's not here to pick the shattered remains of my soul, he's here to grind them to dust with his cock and watch them blow in the wind. Damien grabs my leg and places it on his shoulder as he drives into me. His cock pistons in and out of me and my face grows red in lust and embarrassment due to the weird sounds coming from his thrusts.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

Candles flickered around the room, casting dancing shadows over her body, and the scent of musk and vanilla filled the air. Her eyes, wide and filled with a mix of anticipation and fear, searched mine as I approached. I could feel the heat between us, the unspoken desire that had been simmering beneath the surface of our relationship. In this dream, the barriers between us were gone, and all that was left was raw, animal need. I was the Dom, and she was my eager submissive, ready to submit to whatever I desired.

It won’t kill me. Right? As I rub my face, a notification banner slides across my screen. Roxanne. Isn’t it way too early in the morning to be texting people? I open it anyway. Roxy: Have you seen the post? Me: What post? A cold feeling settles in my stomach as I open I*******m and like fate, the post is sitting there waiting for me. A picture of Rhonda and Dmitry kissing. I swipe to the next slide. His hands are on her waist. Her fingers are tangled in his hair. They look… perfect.

He licked into her mouth, drinking down her whimpers and gasps, his own need growing with each second. "Fuck, I want you," he growled against her lips. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else." His hands roamed her body, caressing and squeezing, mapping out every dip and curve. He gripped her hips, grinding his hardness against her core, letting her feel what she did to him. Leana arched into him, craving more friction, more contact. Ryan's fingers found the hem of her dress and pushed it up, baring her thighs, her panties. He stroked over the damp fabric, groaning at how wet she was already.

I didn’t think I’d meet up with him, but if he put in the effort to come see me, I’d make time for him. Then there was Dane. Goddess, just his name had me clenching my thighs together. He was a high risk, but I swiped right on Dane because he was everything I had ever wanted, fantasy-wise. And if I ever met up with him, that’s all it would ever be: a fantasy. When I picked a book off of my TBR shelf to read the dirtiest, smuttiest, violent-filled dark romance novel, I pictured a man like Dane. Yeah, he’s my favorite too.

I again try to go past him but he blocks me. “Shelby” was all he said before cursing his lips to mine. He put a lot passion into this kiss. He was holding me like he never wanted to let me go. I could feel his hard length through his jeans and without hesitation I undo the button on his jean and lower his zipper. He lets out a groan and takes his underwear and pants off.