El James Erotic Bestseller Novels & Stories

She may have been crying so hard that one of her hands slipped down and touched her jewel's hot cut. Her body was automatically lifted when she felt her wet femininity. She knew what that meant because the dancers at the bar always talked about sex. She got up again but remained kneeling on the floor. She knew her eyes seemed to be on fire as she didn't take her gaze away from the man in front of her. She inserted her hand inside her undies. "Ungghhh ... Ahhhh!" She couldn't help but moan when a finger touched her wet opening. Her eyes were still tightly closed to what she was doing.

Lyra About two months ago my friend Elsie that I met years ago in Italy sent me a book, In her words a naughty little treat. So while Maddox and the other men were outside training I decided to start reading; well holly fuck. She was not wrong, I have been reading for about two hours now and haven't moved off my bed. It definitely lives up to its name A Taste of Sin. I have never slept with a Fae, but boy I am more than curious. Makes me wonder about the author, Eliza Selmer. Bet she’s a naughty girl, the thought makes me laugh.

Sean took my right hand and planted kisses all over it , then he looked at me and said; "Hold it and feel it ,can you do that ? " . I was hesitant and he sensed it ,he slowly guided my hand down to his bulge and I gasped when I felt it . Sean's peni* was big ,erect and hard, really hard . "Now feel it " he told me. I felt it but stopped,too scared to continue. "Larissa,hold it and feel it like it's yours " Sean commanded. I did as he said and heard a moan escape his lips. Sean shifted my hand to the bed and gently inserted his tip into me,I felt a sharp pain and screamed.

They didn’t teach me everything they know to turn into this teenage-like version of myself. Elijah turned to face me. His eyes were back into their gray hues. I swear my mind is messing up with me. “Red or white?” I raised a bottle of Pinot noir and Chardonnay. “Red,” he set the book in his hand back on the shelf. Of all the books he’d scrutinize, he chose the one written by E.L. James. I should’ve hidden those in my room. ‘God. How much more embarrassment is waiting for me tonight?’

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

And with that Emilia slipped away, back into the party. Now alone, Delilah glanced at the sleek black book in her hand. According to the news, Emilia had made millions of Euros from the book sales. Everyone has been gushing about how hot, explicitly raw and delicious the book was. Emilia writing about sex and making millions from it was the last thing Deliah or anyone expected from her. Jax wasn’t giving her the kind of sex required to write such as heated erotica novel. Except she was cheating and getting that heated sex elsewhere.

His thumbs circled her stiff nipples slowly, then pinched them firmly, making her moan despite herself. “Fuck… okay, that feels way too good for dead guys,” Harper admitted, biting her lip hard. “You three better be ridiculously hot. If I’m getting haunted, I want quality ghosts. None of that ugly Victorian mustache shit.” Elias laughed, a rich, seductive sound, and in one smooth motion pushed her shorts and panties down her legs, leaving her completely exposed from the waist down. The cool night air hit her soaked pussy, making her gasp sharply. “You’re absolutely dripping, sweetheart,” Elias murmured, clearly pleased. “For someone who doesn’t believe in us, your body is being very honest r

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

I almost asked him to stay back so he can fuck me, but I remember I have a reputation to keep and not let everyone know I'm a sex freak, so I just wave them goodbye and eat my lasagna and go to sleep. The next day is time for work, I get up as early as usual, get coffee and some toast from a cafe near my house and head off to work. I get into the elevator and it's empty, yes! immediately it's about to close. I see a long slightly hairy tattooed arm stop the elevator and he walked in. I hold my breath immediately. It's him, the man behind all my sex dreams "Good morning Isabella", he mumbled, eyes locked on his phone.

“We have one… though it’s in the rare books section. I can show you… if you don’t mind getting a little private with me back there.” As we walked together through the stacks, the silence of the library stretched thick and heavy between us, buzzing with the kind of tension that makes your nipples harden under your shirt. Evelyn was intensely focused, but her eyes kept sliding over me… slow, hungry, like she was already picturing me bent over a table. My hand brushed the small of her back as I guided her, and the contact sent a jolt straight to my clit. I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex.