Erotic Thriller Novels Novels & Stories

The air in my living room was thick with the scent of Mary's arousal and the faint musk of our bodies pressed close on the couch. The snowstorm outside howled, rattling the windows of my little apartment in upstate New York, but it only made the heat between us burn hotter. I had been carrying this secret for too long...my hunger for women, for her....and now, with Mary trembling beneath my touch, I was done holding back. My lips were still locked on her breast, tongue swirling over her hardened nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth as her soft whimpers filled the room. My fingers, buried in her slick pussy, pumped steadily, curling to hit that sweet spot that made her hips jerk against my h

After flipping over some books I realized that all the books there are erotic, and some of them can even be traced back to the Roman empire's age but I have doubts that they weren't written then, but are books written burrowing the ways of then and that the author is so good that it made the book almost look truth and real, because it's never possible for books written then to survive till this day, it's practically impossible and I will never believe it. After checking and checking, I finally settled on one, when you have no other option but to still choose one. But those that mean the brothers have nothing else to do than 'erotic?' well, I cleared my throat. I mean only 'Sex?' What happene

Pain tinged with a certain kind of sweetness that I buried my face into his neck. His thrusts were gentle, tender and sweet. He knew how to fuck a woman. Wrapping my legs around him, he watched my face. "Does it hurt?" He whispered. "No," I shook my head. I was on the edge of something ecstatic. I have never felt such a thrilling emotion before. I moaned as his thrusts intensified. Pulling me close he kissed my parted lips. And as he neared his climax, so did I.

Noah wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her steady and began to thrust , slow, deep rolls of his hips that rocked her against the books. The shelves creaked softly with each movement. Lila bit her lip until it hurt, fighting the whimpers that wanted to spill out. Noah’s free hand slipped under her blouse again, squeezing her breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers. The dual sensation , his thick cock filling her from behind while he played with her tits , made her eyes water with the effort of staying quiet.

She just desired so much more, that he should keep sending her to the abode of heaven. As Eric started to move so quickly against her, slamming and beating her until the sound of their colliding sexes began to reverberate throughout the entire room, she continued to solidify her position. An aura of the stench of cum pervaded the air around them, intensifying the lust that surrounded them.

Our mouths met again, messy and desperate, as our bodies moved together. “That’s it, sweet mate. Touch what’s yours.” The words pushed me closer. The pressure coiled tighter with every deep thrust. He suddenly flipped me onto my hands and knees, pinning my wrists to the bed. The new angle made him feel even bigger. I could barely think — only feel him driving into me, filling every part of me. “Come for me again,” he ordered, voice rough. One hand slipped between my legs, rubbing tight circles over my clit. “You’re doing so well. Taking everything I give you.”

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

I picked a thriller, but as it started, Ryan stretched out, his arm draping behind me. His thigh brushed mine, and sparks shot through me. I could smell his clean soap scent, mixed with something masculine that made my mouth water. Halfway through, the plot twisted into something steamier. The main characters, a couple on the run, ended up in a motel room. The screen filled with them kissing, hands roaming. The woman pushed the man against the wall, her fingers tugging at his shirt. He growled and flipped her around, yanking her skirt up. My breath hitched as he exposed her ass, spanking it lightly before sliding his hand between her legs.

She moan​ed into hi​s e‌ar, soft‌, broken. I rub​bed f​aster, fingers s⁠lick‍, slipping inside now, two, then three, matching his thrusts. The cha⁠ir b​eneath me soake​d,⁠ every slam into Anna joltin‍g my body, pl​easure coiling tight and vicious. I hovered close, so close, watching him take​ them, doing it all for the c‍ontract, pu⁠shin⁠g me right to‌ the ed⁠ge.‍

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”