Erotic Romance Excerpts Novels & Stories

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I continued my dance , swaying my hips and teasing him . Slowly, I started taking off the lingerie from the bralette, revealing my firm, round breasts and my nipples which were already hard as stones. Nathan’s breathing grew heavy as he watched, completely mesmerized by my erotic display. He reached out, tracing a finger down my stomach, pausing at my waist . I moaned softly as his fingers brushed against my sensitive skin, my body trembling in anticipation. He pulled me closer, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss. I reached for the waistband of his pants, undoing them with practiced ease. I slipped my hand inside and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, stroking it firmly.

His hand settled lightly on my shoulders, then trailed down my arm in a slow caress. When his fingers reached my knee, they slipped beneath the hem of my dress, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his fingertips grazed the damp fabric covering my pussy. “You’re drenched,” he observed, voice rough with satisfaction. He pressed two fingers against my clit through the lace, circling with firm deliberate strokes that made my hips jerk forward involuntarily. “All this from reading your own fantasies? Or is it because I’m finally touching what you wrote about so many nights?”

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

Aunt Rose nodded, her hands bracing on either side of my head as she slowly lowered herself onto me. The sensation was incredible, full, intense, and utterly consuming. I gasped as she settled completely, our bodies locked together in perfect union. She began to move, her hips rocking against mine in a rhythm that spoke of passion and need. Each thrust of scissoring sent sparks flying through my body, making my head spin and my heart race. "Oh God," I moaned, my fingers digging into her shoulders. Aunt Rose didn't slow down, her movements becoming more urgent and desperate.

“So fucking bad. I’ve been dripping since you made that call this morning.” Roman lifted me onto the desk, spreading my thighs wide. He dropped to his knees right there, suit pants still on, and buried his face between my legs. My hips bucked against his mouth, juices coating his chin. He didn’t stop, just licked and fingered me faster, growling every time I clenched around him. The wet sounds filled the office, obscene and loud. I came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name. He stood up, cock already out, thick and veiny, pre uk at the tip. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.”

It was a position of absolute, unyielding vulnerability. I stepped closer, inhaling her perfume tangled with the scent of raw sweat. Eros stepped up right behind her. He initiated his twisted, romantic game, slamming his lips against hers in a deep, invading kiss while his large hands aggressively massaged her heavy breasts. He dragged his mouth down her throat, biting and sucking on her pale skin, pulling pathetic, whiny groans from the submissive's lips. I didn't indulge in those kinds of performance sweets. My only focus was the raw, unadulterated meat of it.

Ethan’s hips bucked involuntarily, but Marcus held him down with a firm yet gentle grip on his thigh, drawing out the pleasure until Ethan was trembling, whispering broken pleas. Marcus pulled off with a soft pop, his lips glistening. He looked up, eyes dark with lust and something deeper—affection, raw connection. “You taste incredible,” he breathed, crawling back up to capture Ethan’s mouth in another passionate kiss. Their tongues danced, sharing the intimate flavor.

She should forget about her embarrassment. She lifted one leg and slung it over his shoulder as she clung even harder to his neck so that she would not fall. She saw the sudden change in his expression. His eyes seemed to be on fire as he stared at her. Does the man still feel lust even if he is no longer erected? She inadvertently moaned when his hand caressed her raised thigh. The warmth of his palms on her skin was making her feel hot. She didn't expect him to kiss her thigh.

I shuddered, panting as I watched him work his magical lips on me. His eyes bore into me, dark with raw lust and insatiable need, his nose nudging my clit. Nothing could ever prepare me for this. So sinful. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like I was his last meal on earth before his death. "Yes, Daddy, just like that!" I screamed out, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that washed over me. He quickened his pace, his thick fingers delving deeper with each thrust, expertly manipulating me, sending unrelenting waves of pleasure surging through my trembling form. My climax was building, and I craved it more than anything.