Erotic Horror Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

James questioned. Suddenly, the look on Derek’s face changed. There was now something slightly creepy about it. “The book is about a female without a wolf who tries to steal her sister’s mate after her sister is attacked by rogues,” he explained seriously. I gulped hard. “Oh, a romance book? I would not peg you for the romantic type.” “No. Horror.” I gulped again. “Will it all turn out okay in the end? Happy ending?” I asked hesitantly.

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.

“You won't be the first.” . . . [Hi there, Evermore here. Thanks for reading. Just wanted to let you know that this is a dark erotica MM romance, meaning that across these chapters there'll be gruesome stuff like abuse, stalking, degradation, power play, also murder and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. So, if these aren't your cup of tea, you can kindly skip this book. Thanks for your time.]

“The desk. Now.” Trembling, a confusing cocktail of terror and desperate excitement coursing through her veins, she let him maneuver her. He turned her around, his hands on her hips, and bent her forward over the polished oak surface. Her palms flattened against cool wood, her textbooks and his pen holder nudging her elbows. She was completely exposed to him, the position deeply submissive, her round backside presented to him through the fragile lace of her panties.

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

DAMON His hands spread my legs wider, and I can feel his breath on my most intimate parts. I’m already wet, already aching for him. “Look at you,” he groans. “So wet for me already. Did wearing this lingerie turn you on, little wolf? Knowing I’d see you in it?” “Yes,” I whimper. “Good girl.” Then his tongue is on me and I cry out. He licks a long, slow stripe up my center, from my clit to my entrance and back down. Taking his time, savoring me.

The warmth of her skin seeped through my fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Her breathing shifted, a soft murmur escaping her lips, but she didn't wake. I leaned in closer, my nose brushing against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent the sweet, musky scent of her fragrance, mixed with a hint of the arousal she had been so eager to show me earlier. It made my head spin.

Her torso arched backward under the pull of hands mauling her breasts, and she met the lips of one man in a kiss which she returned with fervent hunger. The one beneath her drove his tongue deep into her entrance, twisting and probing inside, while another knelt between her spread thighs, his fingers tugging and exposing her swollen clit upward for added torment. She broke from the first kiss only to be claimed by another’s mouth, her moans muffled against new lips as a third trailed wet licks along the curve of her neck, all the while, their palms roughly kneaded her breasts. Her lips were traded from one set to the next, a chain of eager takers.

I felt her arch just a fraction into my touch, her perfume wrapping around me… something expensive and filthy, like jasmine and pure sex. We reached the rare books room, the air thick with the smell of aged paper, polished wood, and now… the faint, sweet musk of two women who were already wet for each other. I pulled the volume from its shelf, handling it carefully, and handed it to her. Our fingers brushed… and stayed. The spark was instant, electric, shooting down my spine and making my cunt throb so hard I had to bite my lip.

I was showered with offers for dates, but none of them gave me that tingle in my pussy that Eric next door did. I went to a seedy bookshop in the "wrong" part of town and bought a couple of erotic novels. I chose ones that were about husbands having affairs with younger women. As I read them in bed late at night I let my fingers play with my tits and my pussy and I brought myself to my very first orgasm. It was a wonderful discovery, but nothing like what the books described. I knew I needed a cock for that and the only cock I wanted sat between Eric Conner's legs.