Erotic Romance Free Read Novels & Stories

I felt the familiar tingling between my legs that then turned into a sweet pain. He was slowly sliding his hand under my dress, giving my skin a gentle knead and touch. My skin seemed to burn everywhere his touch landed, but the burn sent so much torturing sensation that I wanted to feel more of him, naked and boundless like the sea. "You see how you make me feel, Addie?" I looked at him, still reeling from the sensation. He pushed me flat on my back and pushed his lower body in between my legs. I shuddered and let go of a shaky moan. I couldn't help it. The aching in my lower region intensified at the erotic action. He was strong. His desire was so stiff and was restrained in the confines o

I laughed. "Madam Roserta is a great teacher. And you are an exceptional student," he said…and then he shifted and looked at the sky, his ears red, and I thought it was because he's freezing. "That…and the fact that you look so beautiful tonight. It's easy to charm people when you look as dazzling as the night sky," he said, softly. There it is again. The flame in my nerves and the butterflies in my stomach and the fireworks in my chest. I can't look at him all of a sudden. As if looking at him was too much, and that I would combust again. And his hands were still holding mine, and I'm too aware of his skin on mine; his broad shoulders too close to mine.

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

gasped Ruby as she lay naked beneath him. “I’m tired of taking them off, so I used my magic to make them disappear.” Eric kissed her before she could object. “Mmmph.” Eric soon travel down her body. Ruby felt his tongue on her cl*toris. She gasped at his aggressiveness of licking her. Her hands moving on their own went to grip his head as his tongue worked his way on her sensitive spot. Moaning in pleasure she let an echo out of her mouth. “Ahh…” “You’re wet and ready,” groan Eric. His manhood looked large as he stood in between her. Looking at how beautiful she lay beneath him; he penetrated her. His body was drenched in sweat by the time he took his last fill with her and fell asleep next

“Sinful hour” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.

"No. She is not even close to you, Elena. She is not as hot as you. Not as passionate, not as filthy, not as real as you. No one compares to Mrs. Harper and the way you make me feel. You are the one I cannot get out of my head." That was all it took. The emotional dam shattered. Hunger exploded between us like wildfire. Elena stood up letting the silk robe fall completely to the floor. She pulled me into a deep passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled messily, hungry and desperate. Her heavy tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard as diamonds. "Then take me like it is your last night," she breathed hotly against my mouth. "Make me yours completely, baby. Ruin Mommy one more time." The frenzy

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

“Thanks, but no thanks. I prefer the smell of fresh air lately. Could you free up your schedule for my birthday? I have some activities in mind, and I want you to join me.” He nodded, his voice full of affection. “Of course. Whatever you say, darling.” That night, I tossed and turned in bed. Victor’s arm was tightly wrapped around me. When I carefully tried to break free, something fell from his pocket and rolled onto the carpet. I picked it up. It was a lipstick. It had a black shell with embossed gold edges, and it was a bright red that I was very familiar with. It was Summer’s favorite color. Countless people had asked her where she bought that color, but she just smiled and said it was h

“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.”

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.