Romans & histoires Easy Reading Adult Books

Gavin said as his lips curved into a mischievous smile, he had given Asher the new edition which had many erotic scenes and his silly self could not wait to see the Third prince's reaction to his book. Clueless Asher could only sigh as he didn't even understand what the Fifth and Sixth prince were talking about and he couldn't keep his curiousity so he finally decided to ask. "What is an adult book? You said the book would make me an adult so why must the Third prince not see the book?" Gavin looked at Asher and clicked his tongue. "Poor little Asher still does not get the point, the book contains erotic art, do you understand now?" Asher's lips parted in disbelief. "You gave me a book fille

"Daddy, it was my tenth birthday, and I knew how to read, perfectly fine." I don't say that I was already reading Aunty Seedy's Harlequin books. They all had similar titles: Burning desire. Fury. Loving a highlander. I can't believe I enjoyed those kind of novels once. They all had the same story line, different settings, different characters, same guy gets the girl at the end of the book ending. Absolutely cliché. Dad says, "I remember all those times you'd come to me with all those big words."

I needed to cut her off. "Look, they're doing the walking around the fire thing." She said. I hummed non committal. "I read about it in this book by Drethi Anis. Five thousand nights of obsession. The book was so good." "You read?" I asked. I had never seen any book in her apartment or caught her with a book. "Yes." She blushed, then quietly. "Romance books." "You don't strike me as the romance type." I looked at her intently. "Is it one of those raunchy books with shirtless men carrying scabbards on the cover."

Warning: 18+ only. This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read. __________________________________ She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare?

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

He reached for one of the books on the floor, picked up the thick literature textbook, and pressed it between my teeth. “Bite down,” he ordered. “And take this dick like a good girl.” I bit the book hard as he fucked me even harder. His hips slapped loudly against my ass. One hand gripped my hip, the other reached around to rub my clit fast and rough. I came hard — screaming into the book, my pussy clenching and pulsing around his thick cock as waves of pleasure crashed through me. He didn’t slow down. He kept pounding me, spanking my ass between thrusts, leaving more red marks on my skin.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I couldn’t stop replaying the seductive sound of her voice when she offered herself to me, or the way her fingers had boldly brushed down my chest, teasing my hard cock through my pants. What would it feel like to slide my thick cock between those soft lips? To watch her choke and drool all over me while she looked up with those big, needy eyes? What would her tight cunt taste like if I buried my face between her thighs and ate her out like a starving man? How would she whimper, moan, and scream my name if I fucked her harder and better than Nelson ever could? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I needed to stop. Her little seduction game was clearly working, and I refused to let her turn me into another weak

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

I went straight for Darius, pressing my body against his, letting him feel how hard my nipples were through the thin robe. They didn’t waste time. Drinks were poured but barely touched. The living room became our playground again. Clothes came off fast. Five hard cocks, thick and veiny, surrounded us. Mom and I dropped to our knees side by side, robes open, tits out. We worked them together—me sucking Marcus deep while Mom took Jamal and Tyler in each hand, alternating. Darius and Rico got our mouths next. I loved the different tastes, the way Rico’s cock curved upward and hit the back of my throat perfectly. “Fuck, these two are pros,” Rico grunted, holding my head as I gagged happily on hi