Novel & Cerita Erotic Thrillers Books

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

“That’s my good girl. Fuck yourself nice and slow for me. I’m stroking faster now… mmm… thinking about burying my face between those soft thighs and licking every drop of that sweet juice. I’d suck your clit until your legs shake, baby. Then I’d slide my tongue inside you and fuck you with it.” “Oh god… yes…” I moaned loudly, adding a third finger and stretching myself open. My hips rocked shamelessly against my hand, chasing the delicious fullness. “I love when you talk dirty like that. It makes me throb. My clit is so swollen… every time I touch it I feel like I could explode.”

Maria's head was thrown back, her mouth open in a gasp as Elena's thumb circled her swollen clit. Beside them, Sister Theresa and Sister Lucia were locked in their own heated embrace. Theresa, with her pale skin and pert ass, straddled Lucia's face, grinding her dripping folds against the other woman's eager tongue. Lucia lapped hungrily, her hands gripping Theresa's thighs, pulling her down harder. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, moans and slurps filling the sacred space. They hadn't noticed me yet, lost in their forbidden pleasures—fingering, licking, touching in ways that mocked their holy oaths.

My finger delved inside my wetness, thrusting with rhythm and circling the swollen clit with a moan that echoed off the walls. I pictured them both, Elias's mouth on my neck and Thorne's eager hands parting my thighs. I came hard, whispering their names as I bucked, biting the pillow to muffle my cries. Waves crashed through me, my pussy clenching around my fingers and my juices soaking the sheets, but the release only sharpened my hunger, leaving me gasping, skin flushed and nipples aching. These men were unraveling me without even having to do anything. And I loved it.

The knowledge sent a thrill through me, tightening the coil of pleasure even more. “Annabelle…” he croaked, voice strained. I wasn’t sure if it was meant as a question, a plea, or a warning. Maybe all three. He still hovered by the entrance to my cubicle, clearly torn between running away and—well, I wasn’t sure what the alternative was. Coming closer? The idea made my pulse jump. I was beyond rational thought. The combination of the pill’s potent effects, my already building climax, and Ethan’s presence creating this taboo exhilaration had me under its spell.

I tried to keep my eyes open but the first lick made me tip my head back in pleasure. Robin climbed onto the bed beside me and turned my face toward him so he could kiss me again while his brother worked between my legs. I came the first time with Hillian’s tongue against my clit and Robin’s fingers twisting my nipple. My orgasm hit me so bad that my thighs were shaking, but Hillian did not stop. He kept licking through it until I pushed at his head, I was oversensitive. Robin took his place. And he was rougher with his mouth, he sucked my clit harder, adding two fingers right away and curling them inside me.

I turned and lay on top of the pillow with my legs spread wide and turned on the vibrator, pressing it on my already wet pussy. A shiver ran down my spine, my body trembling as waves of warmth spread through me. A long, breathy “Ohhhh…” escaped my lips, my fingers gripping the sheets as every nerve seemed to come alive. My heart raced, and I couldn’t help the soft, involuntary noises that spilled out with each pulsing touch. I closed my eyes, then rolled them back as sensation spread through me making my breath hitch. I increased the pulse, the vibrators hum getting as loud as my moan and I instantly curled my toes.

My breath was held as he closed the distance between us and held me up, I want this man so badly, he feels like danger and I am realizing that I love danger, he held me close as he sniffed through my hair, my neck while he hovered about my lips "Dear Lord," I gasped, his touch sending tremors down my thighs, a sensation I'd only read about in E.L. James' "Fifty Shades of Grey" or Sylvia Day's "Crossfire" series.

The hot and slippery pathway elicited a satisfactory groan from me. Nora's body shook, sucking furiously on my tongue while moaning into my mouth as my fingers gained momentum. "God, Nathan, yes!!!" "Nah..." I muttered against her lips, increasing the pace of my fingers, not hesitating to slide in my forefinger. God, she was so wet, dripping and it was driving me crazy. "God's not the one making you drip, is he?" "Nooo!!! Fuck!!" Her hands flared in desperate search for something to hold on to, but since there was nothing in sight, she settled for the sleeves of my shirt, holding it tighter as I slid in and out with the kind of speed that even shook the desk.

His fingers plunged inside, hard and fast, his palm grinding against my clit. “I hate you—” My voice broke into a cry as he curled his fingers just right, dragging another orgasm out of me, sharp and shattering. He yanked his zipper down, freed his cock, and without warning, thrust into me. The sudden stretch made me scream, nails clawing into his shoulders. “God, yes,” he growled, fucking me hard, fast, reckless. The desk rocked with every thrust, pens and files clattering to the floor. “Quiet,” I panted, panic flashing. “Someone—someone could hear—”