Novel & Cerita Erotic Historical Fiction

Tone: Fast-paced / Playful yet provocative / Steamy and daring / Light-hearted with erotic tension / Flirtatious Genre: Erotica / Steamy Romance / Erotic New Adult Romance / Contemporary Romance / College Romance / Lust-Driven Romance / Forbidden Romance / Quick Heat / Group Dares & Sexual Exploration / Short Reads/ Steamy Fiction / urban Tropes: College Dares & Games / One-Night Stand / Friends-to-lovers / Enemies with Benefits / Sexual Awakening / Instant Lust / opposite attracts

He never shielded me from the heartache in the pages of those books but used them as a tool to teach me about life, history, hopes, and dreams. It wasn’t until my teen years that I discovered my love of romance. What began by dipping my toes into the historical greats affectionately termed ‘bodice rippers’ took on a different tone when I was a senior in high school. I discovered the world of erotic romance. I’d always been taught that literature was a gateway for the imagination so I never dreamed that some people would frown on the romance genre as lower quality literature. After all, with a history of such utter trash like Wuthering Heights and The Old Man and the Sea being named classics,

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

“Listen here—“ I don’t give her a chance to complete that sentence. I close the remaining gap between us and seize her lips in searing kiss. Nancy Hawthorne is not expecting my kiss. I take advantage of her shock and stick my tongue in her mouth. She gasps and tries to pull away from my lips but I don’t let her. I grip her jaw with one hand and wrap the other around her hips. And then, I’m back to kissing her. It is rough and dirty, just like Nancy’s kinky p**n videos. I suck her tongue deep into my mouth. It is nasty when I rub mine against hers. The sensation is so erotic, it makes my head swim. She just happens to taste so good to boot. I lick her lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses. I ni

She was on her knees in the study, those big doe eyes looking up at me as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I woke up leaking precum, sheets ruined. No other woman compares. I’ve fucked a few since she left—cold, empty encounters—but they all pale. I want her innocence corrupted by me. Want to teach her how to ride a man’s face until she floods my tongue. Want to fill her womb with load after load until she’s marked as mine forever. Her nipples tightened against the lace of her bra. Elena shifted in the chair, one hand unconsciously drifting to the hem of her sundress. The silk whispered against her thighs as she read on, the journal detailing fantasies that grew darker and more posse

“Good girl, taking every inch. Your mouth feels better than I imagined all those nights I stroked myself thinking about shutting you up.” I looked up at him with watery eyes, loving the way he lost control, hips snapping faster until he pulled out and came across my tits in hot thick ropes. I rubbed it into my skin, feeling filthy and more alive than ever. By evening the tension was unbearable. Nicholas’s possessiveness grew with every touch. He’d brush past me in the kitchen, hand squeezing my ass hard, whispering “Mine” under his breath when no one could hear. I craved him, needed his roughness, his control, and his cock. The forbidden pull made everything hotter, and riskier.

SCOTT I'd always known Julia read romances and I'd even read some of them myself. Though in the past, it was brooding nobles and innocent maidens, seductive rakes and penniless governesses. This was the first time I'd ever heard of reverse harems, multiple men and singular women. That was a bit off the beaten path. And sex slavery, stripped and sold, spanked and tormented. This was not her usual fare as I was aware of it. I wondered what was causing her to migrate to these instead of the ones she used to read. Was there something wrong with our sex life I was blind to? This sounded much rougher than her past reading material.

There was no need to be so damned uptight about it! I sighed and took another sip from my glass. Dating the billionaire had been my way of climbing up the social ladder. Adam and I were perfect together. I was the diva that society wanted. The diva that fits a god-like man like Adam Stone. A soft purr slipped from my throat and I hummed, recalling all the times we'd spent buried between the sheets. I wanted to feel that again. There had been many lovers, but none as talented as Adam. I wanted that wicked mouth doing the naughtiest of things to me.

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The liquid burned as it went down, filling my chest with a slow, spreading warmth. He watched me with that same predatory smile, his eyes gleaming. “How many men have you let touch you since you started here?” I frowned, anger flaring up through the haze. “None,” I shot back. “I’m not here for that.” He chuckled, low and dark. “Good. That’s exactly how I want it to be.” His hand shot out, gripping my wrist tightly, pulling me closer until I was practically sitting in his lap. “No man touches what’s mine. No one else will ever have my scent on you, Erica. Understand?”