Erotic Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

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.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

“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.”

But it seems all she needed was a handsome man, in his office attire and standing in front of her to grab her attention. Yes, she is a novelist. She is one of the top-selling authors in the fantasy-romance and teen fiction category. Humor-romance is her genre, but because the erotic genre is trendy, she wants to be trendy as well. She wanted to challenge herself and get out of her box. But not everything is that easy. She has not been writing for two months because she is busy watching p*rn and erotic videos and reading erotic novels.

you'll be grossly disappointed, I can tell you that for a start! ‘No way!’ ‘Don't be so sure. My fantasies are oldfashioned, Jake. And boringly conventional.’ She shrugged dismissively. ‘I like romance: soft lights, lingerie, sipping champagne. A man who’s gentle and gentlemanly; who'd treat me like a lady ... A man who'd treat me as if this didn’t existl’ She touched her leg, the one that was stretched out awkwardly, and not as straight and relaxed as the other.

“My fucking princess.” I looked back down and eyed her pussy as I made love to her. It was so erotic and with each thrust, she clenched tighter. She was going to come soon and so was I. I thrusted faster and pressed my finger against her clit, playing with it. She thrashed under me as my finger moved. My cock ached at how she responded to my touch and my heart fluttered as she made sounds. I wanted to hear more, to hear the sounds she made when I touched her, when I kissed her and when my cock was inside her.

My voice was shaky as I spoke. I saw her smiling before she finally spoke, I black eyes were shining with something I couldn't quite name. No… the opposite of what I was wanting to hear from her… your writing was loving and powerful. I love your story because I love erotic stories myself and I'd like to talk more about it with you. “So are you free this weekend Come to my place Sunday at eight.” I felt my heartbeat increase is it the test that I don't want her to give me that she wants to give me in her house? Or is it something else? I asked myself.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.