Novel & Cerita Dirty Romance Stories

Her slender arms wound around his neck, pressing her soft curves flush against the hard planes of his chest. Damon captured her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her moan. His tongue delved past her parted lips to claim her mouth thoroughly, staking his dominance. One hand tangled in her silky hair, tugging her head back to expose the column of her throat. He attacked the sensitive skin with bites and sucks, determined to mark her as his. Jessica cried out in ecstasy as Damon ravaged her neck, leaving a trail of reddening marks on her pale flesh. Her nails raked down his back, desperate for more contact. The rough treatment only heightened her arousal, juices soaking through her thin pantie

For a moment, the arguing stopped. Then Victoria pushed at his chest. “This was a mistake.” Damien chuckled darkly, still inside her. “Liar.” He kissed her again—slower this time, almost tender, which somehow felt more dangerous than the rough sex. “We’re nowhere near done.” He pulled out, disposed of the condom, and rolled her onto her stomach before she could protest. His mouth traced down her spine, hands gripping her hips. “Round two,” he murmured against her skin. “And this time I want to hear you admit how much you needed that.”

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

Her world was reduced to the push and pull of flesh, the taste of salt and sweat, the burn of stretch, the shocking warmth of internal releases, and the thick, cooling splatter of cum on her skin. Through it all, Sam was her anchor in the storm. His smooth hands would occasionally stroke her hair, her cheek. His voice would whisper in her ear, dark and proud. “You’re taking them all, baby. Every single one. You’re my perfect, filthy fantasy.” And each time, a new wave of desperate, shameful arousal would crest within her. The final man—the gruff one from the very beginning—finished with a roar, pulling out of her well-used pussy to paint stripes of cum across her stomach and breasts. Then, s

One made me ride him reverse, my back to his chest, while two others jerked off onto my bouncing breasts, pearls of white splattering the green velvet. “Milk it, slut,” he ordered, pinching my nipples as I kept grinding down, chasing another peak. Hours blurred into a frenzy, bodies piling on, my voice was hoarse from screams and swallows. Vic came last, flipping me onto my back, legs over his shoulders as he drilled deep, grunting release inside me. The room reeked of sex and evergreen, the fake snow outside melting into slush. Dawn crept in as they dispersed, leaving me sprawled, used and gleaming. Vic dropped another envelope…heavier this time, kissing my forehead.

I was too eager to get fucked than to care about how I looked. My heart slammed in excitement as I closed the door of my room as softly as possible. Except for the sound of my own breathing, the house was enveloped in a pindrop silence. As I tiptoed down the corridor, I brought my hand up to my chest. Feeling my breasts through my clothes, I confirmed that they were indeed hard. They needed to be sucked badly, just like my pussy needed to be ate and fucked. After weeks of using my hands and my toys, I wanted a real thing. My body craved the touch of another human. And Darren was willing to do that. I would never forget the way his eyes glinted when I made the offer to him. Ever since, my min

At least the women there are clean and all tested and I am a member. I get to my car and retrieve my wallet from the dashboard and check if the card is there and it is. I smile and ignite the car. Velvet House is a fantasy world that gives most men what they do not get in their marriages. Here, one gets all types of sex depending on their preference. I am a hardcore dominant and I love my partners submissive and masochistic. I love dominating for a good fuck but once in a while, I can switch roles but that doesn't with whether I can get a good dominatrix.

"Any juicy stories to share?" "I mean, not any that are that cool to share," she said, looking down, her fingers twisting in her lap. "Oh, come on, I mean, one-night stands, secret hookups, there's always something unique. I'm sure you have a ton of stories tucked away." "I don't like to kiss and tell. It's not my thing," she replied primly, turning her head, but her body betrayed her. "Kiss and tell?" He chuckled. "Who are you, some Victorian lady? I like privacy too, but come on, loosen up."

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Synopsis Paltmin was born a human and grew up as such. His life was mundane, and he was happy with his simple existence. However, all that seemed to come to a crash when he was taken to the palace to serve the kings of the kingdom. And that was when his problem began. Paltmin's body underwent a sudden change the first time he met the werewolf Alpha, and that was the start of his erotic adventures. Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners.