Dirty Sex Books Novels & Stories

she gasped. He started fucking her hard and deep, the bookshelf rattling softly with every thrust. Skin slapped against skin. The wet sounds of his cock slamming into her dripping pussy echoed down the aisle. “That’s right, you filthy little exhibitionist,” he growled, spanking her ass. “Take this stranger’s cock in the middle of the library. Your pussy is creaming so much it’s dripping down your thighs. Anyone could walk around the corner and see you getting fucked like a cheap whore.”

Ragged. He devoured me like he was starving. No finesse. No slow build. Just a relentless rhythm of tongue and lips and fingers that made my legs shake. I fisted the sheets, panting, grinding against his face like a fucking animal. Because dignity was dead. Buried somewhere in the snow. “God—Jax—” He slid two fingers inside me and curled them. I bucked so hard the headboard slammed the wall. “You close?” he asked, breath hot against me.

And that's when she found the books. High up on the back of the shelves, she found sex books and pornographic magazines. She wondered why they weren't in Mr. Whitaker's bedroom instead of out here, and almost put them back, embarrassed. She wasn't a virgin, but she definitely wasn't experienced. The only sex she had had was fumbled, awkward sex with equally inexperienced boys her age. She flipped through the books. And her mouth dropped open.

Which builds sexual tensions between us, he asks me to send him sexy videos of myself, and I spam him with my regular videos. He tries hard to explain that it wasn’t the kind of sexy he meant, trying to tell me to make my videos more revealing without actually mentioning he wants me naked or he wants a nude video of myself. I act dumb whenever he mentions that, saying “I want to see more, beneath that” I just change the topic of our discussion, asking him about his day and what he was doing at the moment. It pisses him when I do that, I kept up with that, since I never felt safe doing that with someone I barely know.

"Shit, Erik, you need to talk like that more often. That was such a massive turn-on." "Oh? Are you saying that my sister likes hearing her brother talk about how he wants to thrust his cock into her? How he wants to hear the sound of her wet pussy slapping against his thighs as he drills her into her bed and makes her scream his name?" Elayne's body shook against me, stiffening almost imperceptibly--her pussy somehow getting even tighter, if only for a moment. She sighed contentedly, and my eyes widened as I realized what had just happened. "Wait. Did you actually orgasm just from me talking dirty to you?"

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not the only one who likes filthy books, you know. I like filthy art, too. A load of my stuff is NSFW. Pete loves it.” The relief flooded through me. I’d had no idea how much I’d needed to share the details of my newfound sex life with someone until then. I was still coming to know myself, and getting a glimpse of how far my own sexuality went. I’d never thought my interest in books would come to life, but it had. I was loving every second. Craving more. “Julian’s filthy. Like, really filthy.” “Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?”

“Tonight, I want you to feel me every time you move. Even when I’m not touching you. Even when you’re smiling and making polite conversation with strangers… I want this ass to remember who it belongs to.” He had started with his fingers — two of them, slick with lube — pressing against my entrance and pushing inside with deliberate, unhurried pressure. He worked them in slowly, twisting and scissoring, stretching me open while he spoke in that deep, filthy voice that always made me weak.

“Imagine them watching your dirty secrets in words.” I stared at the shelves, titles blurring as his thrusts shook my body. His cock dragged along my walls, hitting every spot. I moaned loudly, my voice raw, the library seeming alive with our sounds. “Crawl forward,” he said, still fucking as I moved. I obeyed, moving on my hands and knees with his cock still inside me. We crawled slowly past a low shelf, with the books at eye level. He reached down, grabbed one with a thick hardback and smacked my back with it..

* Delilah was panting now, fingers plunging deeper into her wet cunt, chasing the edge as the book exposed her completely. Every chapter peeled back another layer of her secret life. Affairs. Orgies. The raw, depraved nights she thought only she, Jax and Silver shared. Her squirting orgasms, the way her pussy fluttered when overstimulated, the raw smell of sex and sweat, the sounds of her screaming names as she came. She was staring at every explicit detail of her secret life, plastered and written in lush words in Emilia’s book that had gone round Paris. Her hand trembled as she turned another page.

I said, sliding off my seat and disappearing under the dashboard. I didn't care that I was ruining my $80 blowout. I grabbed him, my small hands clasped around his girth, and took him into my mouth. I sucked him deep, my tongue swirling around the head while he swerved through red lights and hissed dirty words under his breath. "Oh, fuck, Enid... you're such a dirty little slut," he groaned, his hand coming down to grip the back of my head, pushing me deeper. "Suck it, baby. Swallow all of it."