English Romantic Novels & Stories

Her juices coated his face as she got wetter and wetter. When she was close, she climbed off and turned around into reverse cowgirl. She sank down on his rock-hard cock in one smooth motion, moaning loudly as he stretched her again. “God, this dick is addictive. So much thicker than your father’s pathetic one.” Elena started bouncing hard, her fat ass rippling every time it slapped against his thighs. Ryder had the perfect view of her asshole and pussy stretching around him. He reached up and spread her ass cheeks wider, thumb teasing her tight little hole.

"I read somewhere that men become inconsiderate after sex." Felicia told me, as she pretended to write notes while our Proffessor Righton lectured about the Romantic Era. "Miss Reese? Miss Forte?" Righton called. "What is so vital as to be discussed in the middle of my lecture?" "We're discussing..err..Shakespeare, sir!" Fel answered. "In the Romantic Era?" "Yes. He was very romantic, sir, don't you think? Those eyes that Love's own hand did make?" She grinned. Righton didn't look impressed.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

She sat there for what felt like an eternity, her eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her betrothed to make his entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a tall figure strode into the room. Penelope's heart skipped a beat as she saw the man she had been betrothed to for the first time. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair that fell in unkempt waves around his face. He had a rugged, handsome face, with a strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His eyes were a piercing blue and seemed to bore into her soul. He was dressed in all black, and his expression was cold and unfeeling. Penelope shuddered with fear at the sight of him, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

Then he brought his lips ever closer until he had it locked on Joan's lips. Asher couldn't believe it, the rush, the excitement, the bliss of kissing Joan, his body pressed against hers. As the kiss progressed through its duration, he realized he wanted Joan, and it wasn't just the needy infatuation that characterized romantic relationships. No, what he felt was a deep sated desire, and all it took to realize it was competition from another man.

With a deep sigh, she pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for him. It didn't take long for Dennis to open the door, as soon as he saw her, he drew her close to him and gave her a long romantic kiss. "You look beautiful" he whispered to her left ear and Cassandra found herself blushing so hard even if it isn't the first time hearing such a word from Dennis. "Thanks" she replied and walked into the house. Dinner was already set for them, as Cassandra walked in, she saw the arranged table filled with candles, roses, a bottle of red wine and glasses.

I took my seat and then I erupted into laughter. "How bold that was, damn" He said to me as he sucked his lips in admiration. "You looked hot back there, I loved how fierce you looked" 'Goodness gracious' I certainly have impressed this one. I hope this sudden energy of mine doesn't get subdued. "You think so, you ain't mad at all?" I asked him. From his looks, I knew he wasn't mad at me, but I didn't wanted to seem ungrateful. It wasn't an intended mistake, certainly he did understood that.

I muttered a thank you to him as he starts up the car. "No need to thank me Samantha, tonight you will be my women and it's only my duty to open doors for you. Treat you like a queen you are." He used the hand that wasn't holding the steering wheel to hold mine and place a kiss on it. I giggled out loud like an high school girl. Who knew my romoe was actually a real life Romeo ,he has being behaving so romantic since yesterday and I am loving this side of him. It new and loving. I wish this night could never end.