Novel & Cerita Erotica Book Excerpts

The first results were articles with bold headlines: "Damien Cross: The Painter of Desire" "Eroticism in Strokes and Shadows" "The Man Who Turns Skin into Stories" She clicked one. A grainy photograph of a tall man in a black shirt appeared, his face half-turned away from the camera. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that seemed to be staring at something far beyond the frame. He looked… untouchable. Like he belonged to another world. Then she saw his paintings. Her breath caught.

His eyes roamed over my body, taking in every curve and line. He leaned down, his breath hot on my inner thigh. I gasped softly, anticipating his touch. His fingers traced the lace of my thong, sending shivers down my spine. He hooked a finger under the fabric and slowly pulled it aside, exposing my most intimate place. My pussy. His tongue flicked out, tasting me, and I gasped, my back arching off the desk. He sucked and licked, his movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild with desire. I cried out louder, my hands gripping the edge of the desk as waves of pleasure washed over me.

The veins bulged like ropes ready to claim every inch of her innocence. I crawled onto the bed like a predator. My knees sank into the mattress between her quivering thighs. The heat radiating from her core hit me like a drug. She whimpered, but I snatched the vibrator from her clenching pussy with a loud pop. Her walls fluttered emptily. A gush of her creamy arousal spilled out onto my fingers. I tossed the worthless toy aside and crushed my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss. My tongue fucked her wet heat like a preview of what was coming. I tasted her cherry gloss mixed with the salty tang of her need. She moaned into me. Nails raked my back. Legs wrapped around my waist to grind her soaked

Gemma stood from her perch on the desk edge and stepped forward, her pants falling down her thighs a bit and revealing the sexy white lace panties she had on underneath with a dark spot on the gusset. She pulled her fingers from her panties and held them out, letting you lean forward and take them into your mouth. "Mmm," you groaned, tasting her. She was that lovely tart, semi-salty, a semi-sweet flavour that was indescribably a turn-on. "I can't wait for more."

His hand strokes down my breasts. “There is you and me, we are fucking, and you stop. You drag me out of the room, into one of the rooms at Seductive Vibrations. Men and women are watching while you fuck me there. Slowly the single men join in. I watch as you get pleasure from me being fucked in every hole by other men.” I peek at him. His face is still perfect. Is he hiding how he feels?

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

Ellie was trapped in her erotic dream, and in it, the love of her life was stroking inside her while kissing her shoulders and neck. It sent tingles down to her toes and clit. In the dream, his manhood was thick and hard, filling her to the brim; her pussy was wet and hot, stuffy like the South American jungles; her breathing was quick and shallow in her dream. Oh, what a lovely dream... or was it?

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 61: Unholy Addiction “Oh my God…” she cries out, her voice loud, raw, and soaked in overwhelming pleasure. Moans spill from her lips like confessions—explicit, fevered, and uncontrollable. Lust, dark and consuming, pervades every inch of her senses, stealing her breath and reason.

filled the room, juices flowing, mixing with the melting ice, her thighs slick and quivering. Her climax hit, her scream echoing, body shuddering, mind blurred with pleasure. - - - Eva lay awake, the creaky bed shifting under her, Hayes’s steady breaths a soft rhythm in the dark. The vanilla candle burned low, its faint glow casting shadows across the cluttered desk, the air thick with their earlier sex. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen flaring with a text from an unknown number: *You looked beautiful against the wall*. Her heart froze, fingers fumbling as she deleted it, the harsh light stinging her eyes.