Erotica Romance Books Novels & Stories

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

Hello, my daring readers, I trust the previous story still lingers on your skin. As the synopsis teased, this book is packed with the most thrilling, wickedly sensual erotic tales I’ve ever created—raw, intensely steamy stories that don’t hold back, written for one purpose: your deepest, most delicious pleasure. If you crave mature, unfiltered adult erotic romance, then yes… this book is absolutely for you. *********** NEW STORY TITLE: Threesome Therapy (Group Fuck)

I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsing through her body. I licked a slow stripe up her side, tasting the salt of her sweat mixed with the remnants of his cum, and whispered, “Let’s do it again… soon.” She turned her head, eyes meeting mine, and smiled—a soft, knowing smile that held a promise of more taboo pleasures to come. “Anytime, baby,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “Anytime.”

His breathing grew ragged. Sara reached between her own legs with her free hand. She was still soaked from her orgasm and the constant arousal. She rubbed her clit in circles while she sucked him, chasing another release. The dual sensation made her moan around his cock. The vibrations made him curse under his breath. He watched her the whole time, eyes half-lidded. “That’s it. Touch yourself while you suck my cock.” The dirty words sent another thrill through her. She rubbed her clit faster. Her second orgasm hit her while she had him deep in her mouth. She whimpered around his length as her body shook again. Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs.

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

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he said. I obeyed, moving slower this time, hyper-aware of how his presence filled the space. His scent — dark pine, warm musk, and something wild — wrapped around me until I felt dizzy and aching. By the time I finished the second round, my nipples were tight against my dress and heat throbbed low in my belly. “You may leave,” he finally said, but not before I caught him inhaling deeply, as if drinking me in. The pattern continued. He requested me for the smallest tasks — bringing wine, adjusting curtains, delivering messages. Each time we were alone, the air grew thicker. Each time our hands nearly touched or his voice dropped lower, my body betrayed me with fresh wetness and trembling leg

My fingers slipped inside, through soft curls, and found a scorching, drenched heat. "Keep going," I breathed, my middle finger sliding through her slick folds, circling her entrance. "Nicholas... Nick... don't... I mean..." But her protest was weak, her body arching into my touch. "Keep talking. Tell me how to make her come." "You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..."

"Take me right here, right now." His hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and I knew he wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I shifted my weight, grinding against him, and I heard his sharp intake of breath. "Emma," he growled, his voice a warning. "You're playing with fire." I smiled, a slow and seductive curve of my lips. "Then burn me, Damien," I said, my voice a breathy whisper. "Burn me until I'm nothing but ashes in your arms."