Dirty Romance Books Novels & Stories

I feel my whole body relax like it only does when she's close. "You don't need to be embarrassed about reading dirty books. I've been doing it for years." she says and my head pops up and I stare at her to determine how serious she is. But I don't sense even hint of joking. How interesting. "Really? What kind of books do you like?" I ask and watch with fascination as an adorable blush creeps up her face. "Um... mostly small town romance. Single dad, friends to lovers, next door neighbors, things like that." she says a little shyly making me chuckle.

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“Then it’s Christmas Eve. Time to make it interesting.” Sebastian froze. He didn’t like how her grin made his heart pound—or how he knew she was right. The snow settled silently around them, but Sebastian Volkov knew one thing: by morning, nothing would be the same. Not the lodge, not the town, and certainly not the fragile balance between him, Nyra… and the tiny whirlwind that was Noelle.

She had drifted off into sleep thankfully. “We'll need to get my father out,” Damien whispered to me. "What do we do?" I asked. Damien pulled me aside. "We will fight back. But first..." He drew in closer and then kissed me hard, his hand sliding under my wet shirt, fingers pinching my nipple. Rain had soaked us from everything but heat between us built fast. "Not now," I whispered. Yet my greedy body leaned in, my pussy aching for his thick cock once again. And I would get it.

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The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

The fire had burned low in the sitting room and we had been talking for hours, the conversation moving through the territory it always moved through between us, ideas and books and the underneath of things, and somewhere in the middle of a sentence he had reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear with the casual intimacy of someone who had been doing it for years and had simply decided to start, and I had stopped mid-word and looked at him and the sentence never finished. What followed was nothing like the east wing bedroom on the first night, which had been tender and careful and weighted with the specific gravity of everything it represented, a woman thawing after years of fro

I lean closer to him, and whisper in his ear. " Do you know how wet you made me? Even now, I feel so wet for you... " Davin's hand cups the back of my neck, and pulls me close. His lips are just a breath away from mine. " You are playing with fire, Lila. Careful little bird, I might just burn you alive." He growls, his voice low and dangerous.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.