Novel & Cerita Erotic Books Read Online

Yes, the books she read were all romance books but not the kind he was thinking about. “This is not the kind of book you would find sunshine and strawberries in, Adriano. And this book is in fact educational.” She responded with a smirk on her face. The book was packed with a lot of heated erotic scenes. Reading a lot of dark romance was the only education she had ever had about sex. It was funny, really. “So, what’s in it?” He asked challengingly. She was at one of those scenes she mentioned earlier and without a single word but with a smirk on her face, she handed him the book. “The page on the right, read it.”

My eyes snap up to the screen. I nod quickly, my entire face burning as I stare at the screen in complete embarrassment. I can't believe I just admitted that to Killian. Of all the things I could have told him tonight, of all the harmless little details we've been sharing about ourselves, somehow I ended up confessing that reading erotic books makes me feel hot and leaves me wanting to touch myself. I want the bed to swallow me whole. For a few seconds, Killian doesn't say anything. He simply looks at me through the screen, his blue eyes fixed on mine, and the silence makes everything worse.

Marco asked, and they all turned to me. Oh! Freaking goodness me! These people were out for my life and they definitely will be getting it. I cast them a glance, clearing my throat in the air. “Oh… I… it’s about the book I read in the library. It’s really… really interesting and…” “And erotic.” Vera completed with an arched brow, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, nodding my head gently. “I would love to try it.” Imani squealed beside me while I just forced out a smile.

Pussy on full display: lips engorged, pink and glossy, clit peeking like a pearl, hole winking emptily. Two fingers first—plunged deep, knuckles squelching into drenched heat. Walls gripped greedy, suction pulling them in. "Fuck, Jake," I moaned aloud, voice echoing off walls. Thumb mashed my clit, circles frantic, imagining his cock—thick head breaching, veins dragging my ridges. Added a third finger, stretching like his girth would, wrist twisting to hit that spot. Juices gushed, puddling the sheets, tangy scent filling the room.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”

Lisa was now openly rolling with his touch and breathing heavily with moans and whimpers coming from her as he took my lovely wife down an erotic path she had never been before. I'll give it to Derrick, his better days were behind him but he knew how to excite a woman with his touch. He had great rhythm in his touch and seemed to understand the timing and pressure in his hands to keep Lisa at a sensual peak. Derrick moved down the table and took the draping and moved it so that he could work on one of her legs. He did not bother to cover her breasts and tummy so that now the draping was only covering the leg opposite of the one he was working and her hip.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

My hips jerked involuntarily; the motion looked like I was just shifting in my chair. “Please,” I breathed. I didn’t even know if I was begging him to stop or to never stop. He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear, looking to everyone else like he was sharing a sweet brotherly confidence. “Come for me, little bride. Soak my fingers the way you’re going to soak my cock later.” That was it. The words, the possession, the risk. Pleasure snapped through me like a whip. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from crying out, body shuddering in tiny, silent waves while Damien kept stroking, drawing it out, milking every last pulse.

No, I’m talking about the sins living and breathing, fucking like they own your darkest dreams. Right now, I’m sitting here, naked as hell, my hand slow, sliding down over skin that’s already slick with sweat. You wanna watch? Come on, I’m not shy. My fingers are teasing, tracing, dragging over my cock. You can almost feel it, can’t you? I can hear you breathing, that quick, shallow breath that says you’re right there with me. Don’t pretend you’re not. Tsk, tsk. Naughty little thing, aren’t you? Reading all those filthy stories, getting wetter by the second. Bet your sheets are already soaked, or your fingers sticky, or your cock hard as fuck.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.