Novel & Cerita Erotic Fiction Books

Hey future readers! This a different book complimation. Containing several books of this series. Atleast containing up to 30-40 different books. Same Genre, Same Trait. Note all pages has an hint on the erotic part. Strictly for 18+. ************* Juliette tried not to stare when Louis entered the kitchen only wearing a towel. He was just out of the shower and his short brown hair was slicked back. He had a beautiful, tanned, muscled body. She’d become his private chef three months ago, and she was after all in his home, but she had still not gotten accustomed to his perfect six-pack, or the muscles rippling down his back as he leaned into the window and looked up at the sky.

I found the experience highly erotic and my penis rose to full strength as she dabbed at my balls and my buttocks. Taking her hand I led her to the bedroom and we kissed before getting onto the bed. 'I want to touch you,' she said, and I rolled onto my back as she knelt over me. She reached out and circled my shaft with her long, slim, red-tipped fingers. Her touch was exquisite: gently stroking with one hand, using the thumb of her other hand to spread the sticky fluid leaking from me around the purple, engorged head of my cock. As I watched she lifted the thumb to her mouth and licked the secretions from it. 'Is that alright? Am I doing it right?' she asked softly. I gulped and nodded and

He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb still working her clit, building a coil of pleasure so tight she thought it would break her. “Please,” she begged, the word foreign on her usually composed tongue. “I need your cock. Now.” A dark, satisfied smile touched his lips. He withdrew his fingers, and she whimpered at the loss. He turned her around, pressing her front against the cool shelves. The ancient, powerful books watched them, silent witnesses. He pushed his robes aside, freeing his cock. It was as imposing as the rest of him, thick and long, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He rubbed the tip through her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness, and the sensation was so good s

Author's Notes: Thank you for supporting my work and making it this far. I really hope you loved and enjoyed the stories in this book. This next sequel of compilations contains a plethora of raw, hot sizzling erotic romance/mafia stories that will keep you on the edge of your SEAT. It's not advisable for underage. And if you are not into reading erotica, do not continue, or else you'd be stuck into this new captivating world. It's going to be very much interesting and I hope you would love it.

" She laughs, low, and leads me inside, her hips swaying just enough to catch my eye. I clench my fists, forcing myself to look at the city skyline twinkling outside the windows. We sit, the table a fragile barrier between us, plates of asparagus and roasted lamb steaming in the candlelight. The wine is robust, a deep red that stains her lips when she drinks. "So, AURORA PRESS," she says, leaning forward, her blouse dipping to show a hint of cleavage. "Erotica and literary fiction. Brave choice, Victor." Her tone is inquiring, but her eyes have a spark, a challenge. I nod, my throat tight. "I think I'm done with just Philosophy and lecture halls. I should start aiming to print erotic stories

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

Cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples, sliding down my sides. I arch into him, gasping. “Damon. Please.” “Please what?” “Touch me. Anywhere. Everywhere. I don’t care. Just…” His hand slides between my legs and we both groan. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my throat. “For you. Only for you.” His fingers slide through my wetness, circling my clit. Pleasure shoots through me and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Let me make you feel good, little wolf.”

I stammered. “I see.” He smirked and continued walking. “So what do you think of erotic books? Do they convey the messages purely like movies do? The expressions, the feelings… everything.” I gulped. “It all comes down to how good the writer is.” I said, trying to steady my voice. “I most times prefer to read erotic books instead of watching erotic movies. “Interesting,” he smiled. “We really do have a lot in common.” “Do you get the urge to do it when you read them?” he continued.