Errotic Reads Novels & Stories

“Read the passage. Aloud. Page forty-three.” She took the glass, sipped the burn, then opened the book. Her voice started steady but grew husky as she read the explicit scene, some words about trembling thighs, slick heat, a man taking what he wanted. Hale watched her mouth the whole time, leaning back against the desk, arms crossed. When she finished, the air felt thick. “Again,” he said. “Slower.” Mia read it slower. Her nipples tightened against her bra. Halfway through the second paragraph, Hale stepped around the desk, took the book from her hands, and set it down.

she whispered. That one word... it undid something in me. I let my fingers explore more, pulsing in and out of her wet pussy— all while watching her face. Her lashes fluttered, her breath caught, and she squirmed just slightly in her seat. "Keep your legs open for me," I murmured and she parted it wider, hand gripping the door handle. "That's it." She whimpered again — that quiet, breathy sound that was making me go crazy. My cock hardened inside my pants and the need to fuck her hole in car grew but I knew I had to hold myself back. Layla might be back any moment.

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push. He steps back and turns us again, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs out so that I can ride him. I readjust myself to straddle his hips, then sink onto him. “There you go,” he says. “Give me those tits.” I lean forward into his outstretched hands, letting him hold me up as I ride. “You’re so fucking tight and hot for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever had.”

I was so wet, so soaking wet down there. As my fingers glided all over my pussy, I could hear the erotic noise my pussy lips made as I rubbed them together; as they came in contact, the squelching sounds of my pussy lips sounded so fucking sexy, the feeling was intense, it felt so good, the sensation was too much, it was mind-blowing.

His lips remained on my ear, his breath caressing my skin like a gentle touch I could never get enough of. “Touch yourself,” he whispered. “Let me see you touch yourself.” I obeyed. My lips fell open as my thumb reached my clit. The sounds that came out of me were shameless. I was dripping, and these juices did exactly what they were supposed to. I pressed my palm against the whole of my pussy, rubbing the wetness on every spot I could find. Lucas pushed his leg in between mine, spreading it wide for me. His mouth was on my breast, his tongue teasing my nipple endlessly.

We clung to each other, shaking, as the waves slowly subsided. I collapsed beside her, spent, pulling her into the crook of my arm. We lay there for a long time, just breathing, our skin slick with sweat. Eventually, she stirred. She slid down the bed and knelt between my legs… My cock, softening and glistening with our mixed release, was a mess. She didn't hesitate. She leaned down and cleaned me with her mouth, licking me with a gentle, thorough care that was incredibly erotic. She swallowed, then kissed her way back up my body.

But my mind kept wandering to Gerald. He could be mad all he wanted, but I knew exactly how to fix it. Last time I sent him nudes, he called me like a madman within minutes. When I went over, he fucked me senseless—every hole, every position. No mercy. The memory still made me wet just thinking about it. I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom. After digging through my hidden folder, I picked the four hottest pictures, typed a naughty caption: {Text me immediately if you like what you see, pappi}

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

Lucas flipped through the pages slowly, his expression unreadable as he scanned the increasingly explicit vows I’d written in the haze of last night. His lips curved at one particular line. “‘I vow to let you fuck me raw in public places… and thank you for the risk,’” he read aloud, voice low and rough. He looked up at me. “You’ve been busy.” Heat flooded my face. “You told me to add more.” He set the notebook aside and pulled me between his knees. His hands slid under the hem of my dress, palms gliding up my bare thighs until his thumbs brushed the sensitive skin where my legs met.