Erotic Fiction Authors Novels & Stories

In one brutal motion, he mounted Jeff from behind, his own cock spearing into Jeff's ass without warning. Jeff snarled as his body bowed, the sudden intrusion forcing him deeper into Sarah. Her cry cut through the room as his cock breached her cervix, the slick heat of her womb clenching around him. "That's it," Adam groaned, his thick arms locking around Jeff's torso, fingers finding his nipples and twisting. "Mark that kid. Make him yours." Jeff's muscles seized...Adam's cock pistoning into him, his own driving into Sarah....their bodies a relentless machine of sweat and friction.

Neil only knows about the problems I faced after separating from my father, so it's quite uncomfortable for me to share my past with Aaron. "Aaron, my life is just like everyone else's. I became an erotic author because I was able to capture readers' attention so readily and because creating sexy books enabled me to make money quickly enough to meet my basic needs." I finished my response with a shrug of my shoulders. Since I didn't want to confide in him, I'll just give a brief overview of my journey to become an erotic novelist. "It's okay if you choose not to tell me, Sara. I know exactly why you find it hard to put your trust in me." He looked serious as he touched the rim of his coffee

He comes back with a bottle of lubricant. My stomach flips. He coats his cock, then presses two slick fingers against my asshole and pushes them inside. The stretch burns. He works them in and out until the muscle starts to give, then adds a third. I’m panting into the cushion, wrists still bound, my ass still stinging from the belt. “This is the part you don’t get to give away to anyone else,” he says. “This stays mine.”

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.

I let out a loud, choked-off cry. He started a brutal, fast pace. The desk was hitting the wall—thud, thud, thud. Every time he slammed into me, I felt a wave of shared heat explode in my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down so I could bite his shoulder. I wanted to mark him. I wanted everyone to know he belonged to me. The erotica of the moment was overwhelming. We were two people who should not be together, doing things that were forbidden. The risk of being caught made it even hotter. I could feel him clenching, his muscles getting hard as he pushed deeper and faster.

“Says the Alpha who gave his Luna oral sex in dream land.” “That would actually a very interesting story plot.” “Exactly why we should be doing more adventurous things while fucking…to spice up our lives and make good story plots.” “Hmm.” “Yeah, you mentioned one time that Everlery likes writing…she can write erotica stories with what we do and who knows? We might be the inspiration to a bestseller book.”

What I found was a world of explicit, detailed stories about aunts and nephews. Stories of seduction, of secret affairs, of dominant young men and submissive older women. I read one, then another. My face grew hot, my breathing shallow. Without even consciously deciding to, my hand slipped under the waistband of my linen trousers, my fingertips finding my clit, already sensitive from last night. The stories were graphic, filthy, and utterly compelling. They painted pictures of aunts who were initially reluctant but secretly hungry, who were awakened by their nephew's bold desire. They talked about submission, about being called names, about the thrill of the forbidden.

She curls her tongue inside my cunt, and her mouth pulls on my clit, causing my vision to whiten as pleasure slams through me raw and unforgiving, wet heat, the relentless drag of ridges against my walls, the obscene slurping sounds she makes as she devours me. My grip around the desk gets tighter, my nails digging into the wood, but it doesn’t hurt at all, not with what Lira is doing underneath the desk. My toes curl tight in my shoes. Sweat beads on my forehead. The professor asks a question somewhere in the front, but all I hear is the wet smacking of Lira’s mouth on my cunt and her filthy whispers vibrating through my folds. What will I do? What if the professor calls on me to answer a q

Sasha reached up and played with my nipples, pulling and slapping them lightly while Dominic spanked my ass and pulled my hair. “Take it, you dirty little planner,” Dominic growled. “This is what you wanted. Two cocks wrecking your holes while we call you our cumslut.” “Yes! Harder!” I begged. “Use me. Breed me. Fill me up.” The dirty words kept coming. They called me every filthy name and I loved every second. Sasha sucked hard on my nipples while Dominic fucked my ass deep. The pressure built again until I exploded in the strongest orgasm yet. My whole body shook violently between them as I squirted all over Sasha’s strap-on.