Erotic Thrillers Books Novels & Stories

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.

I whispered as planted a series of soft kisses down my neck to between my shoulders, then worked his way back and forth. Taking his hands, I brought them around to my breasts, "Hands and lips, honey, keep everything moving, and use everything you have." I ground back into his cock, "Even this, rub against me, and let that girl feel how bad you want her." Cupping my tits and stroking my nipples, Max worked his hips, sliding his cock along my back and I could feel his pre cum dripping down my skin. My hips moved back into him and my clit was throbbing to the point I was ready to whimper the way he had.

Lena’s breath hitched when his hand trailed down her stomach and went straight to her throbbing apex. He suddenly pulled back. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice sending shivers down Lena’s spine. Her lashes fluttered open. She hadn't even realized that she had involuntarily closed her eyes at the face of the intense pleasure. She slowly lifted her gaze, meeting his dark brown orbs. His gaze was intense, heated with passion. Without further warning, Damien brushed his finger along her opening, pausing at the swollen tip of her clit, making Lena bite her lip in pleasure.

Antonio’s kiss on her neck lingered, and the hands he wrapped around her waist seemed to be there even without his presence. “What am I suddenly…feeling this way….”. She opened her eyes and exhaled hotly. She could feel the wetness overflowing and her clits drumming and kicking for a touch. “Not now, this…this…is bad…should I?” She sat up and looked down. “I have to keep myself busy and my mind away from any erotic thoughts”. She walked to her small bookshelf and found a novel by a talented writer, CAROLUCHY. Unfortunately, it was an erotica novel. Doris gave it to her as a birthday gift years ago, and she never opened it, the deceit there is the title didn’t hint on the nature of the novel.

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Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

Stopping for a moment, I bite the corner of my mouth, pouting my lips as I scrutinize the rest of the words. Zeath intentionally handed me this book. I mean, we’re both adults. But did he know the content before giving it to me. And I didn’t check it either. It’s a fucking erotic book! “You read this?” I ask. I’m not surprised that he did, though. It just feels a bit odd since I’ve never seen him read a novel before. Talk more of erotic. He was more into newspapers—or I just didn’t look close enough to notice. “Yeah. It’s a kink series, actually.” Kink?? “Dark romance. I enjoy reading dark romance.”

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

The cool air hit her wetness for a split second before his middle finger plunged deep inside her. Liora’s back arched violently, a loud, unfiltered moan vibrating into the kiss. She felt stretched and filled, the sudden intrusion sending a jolt of electricity straight to her brain. Riven didn't slow down; he slid a second finger in beside the first, stretching her wider. He began fingering her with a brutal, fast pace, his knuckles rubbing against her clit with every thrust. He was relentless, driving her toward a peak she couldn't escape.

Thirst clawed my throat—proper thirst, not just for water—and the kitchen fridge called with its chilled bottles. Slipped from bed silent, bare feet padding marble floors. Silk nightie whispered against my skin: pale pink, tissue-thin, hem skimming mid-thigh, spaghetti straps slipping off one shoulder to bare the swell of my tit. No knickers, of course—pussy lips slick and parted from arousal, a cool draught kissing my exposed folds as I crept downstairs. The banister cool under my palm, house dark save moonlight slicing through stained-glass panes, casting jewel shadows on the walls. Heart thumped steady, thrill of sneaking amplifying the ache low in my belly.