Excerpts From Erotic Novels Novels & Stories

“Tell me you want this.” “I want you,” she gasped. “All of you.” Aiden tugged her shorts down her legs, leaving her completely naked. He groaned at the sight of her wet pussy, already glistening with arousal. He settled between her thighs and licked a long, slow stripe up her slit. Dora cried out, her hips bucking. He devoured her with passionate hunger — tongue circling her clit, then pushing inside her, tasting every drop of her wetness. “You taste so fucking good,” he growled against her. Two thick fingers slid into her tight heat, curling to stroke that sensitive spot while his tongue flicked relentlessly over her clit. Dora’s thighs trembled around his head as pleasure built fast and in

ARC 15 : CROSSING THE LINE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit lesbian sex including tit sucking, fingering,, face-sitting, thigh grinding, mutual masturbation, squirting, cum tasting, slut-shaming, corruption kink, and intense best-friends-to-lovers angst with heavy emotional tension Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to raw, unrestrained dark erotic fiction that explores twisted desire without limits. ---- Bella’s POV It was a beautiful Thursday in the dorm and finals week was right around the corner. The entire atmosphere was tens

I could feel myself getting closer, my breathing heavy and uneven. Her body shook as she reached her climax, crying out my name. I groaned loudly as I came inside her, filling her up just like she begged me to. “Fuck…” I muttered under my breath, still overwhelmed. I slid my fingers between her thighs, feeling how wet she still was. I pushed my fingers inside her gently, moving them slowly at first, then faster, feeling her body respond again. She gasped when I brought my fingers back up and pressed them against her lips. “Taste how good you feel,” I whispered. She opened her mouth slightly, her eyes locked on mine, and I slid my fingers in. She sucked them slowly, tasting herself, never bre

He must be feeling the same because his hands knead harder, his kisses get more feverish, and I can feel his hardness start to poke against my ass. First Guy captures my lips in his again, threading his fingers in my hair. His kiss is heated and urgent, turning me on faster than anyone has ever done. I’m the only one naked while both are still dressed. I can feel my wetness increasing, and my body starts aching for some relief. The air gets hotter, and I can feel his cock poking my lower belly. I’m sandwiched between cocks, and the thought alone makes me almost come.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

His eyes widened—taking in the scene: two naked women tangled on the conference table, thighs slick with cum and squirt, breasts heaving, hair wrecked, the air thick with the smell of pussy and sweat. Sofia lifted her head first. A slow, predatory smile spread across her face. “Evan,” she purred. “You’re early.” Lena propped up on one elbow, legs still spread, cum glistening on her inner thighs. “Close the door.” Evan’s throat worked. He stepped inside—door clicking shut behind him—eyes never leaving their bodies. “You two…” His voice was rough. “This is…” “Hot?” Lena finished, spreading her legs wider so he could see the creamy mess between them. “Come here.”

Well, I can't fuck myself, someone has to do the fucking" I replied. He chuckled. I returned to his cock, sucking like a slut in heat. I made sexual sounds to excite him; years of watching p**n and reading erotic stories had taught me that men love hearing erotic moans from women, even if they are just for effect, not because my pussy is actually getting stimulated. The New York best selling romantic novels were my best companions during my college days.

Exposed. Every nerve ending lit up as Marc licked her again—deeper, slower, letting her feel everything. Her hands tangled in his hair, her moans echoing in the quiet room. She was lifted—Tom’s strength effortless—as she was placed on the bed. Marc climbed over her, mouth seeking hers as his fingers explored. She spread her thighs for him, heat pulsing, begging. When he pushed inside—inch by aching inch—Eve cried out, nails digging into his back. He filled her perfectly. Deep. Thick. Stretching her just right.

Oh no. It was The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty. That book was on another level. Full-on adult scenes, way worse than Fifty Shades. It made Fifty Shades feel like a bedtime story for kids. I had only read two erotic novels in my life, and that was enough to decide they were not for me. I only finished Fifty Shades because it was the less intense one. I definitely was not planning to read something like this again. I quickly folded the bag closed and gasped, “Jaxon!”

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.