Extreme Smut Novels & Stories

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

"Since a long time ago I've been smart" Sazkia lowered her head. there was a sudden pain that pinched. She knew that Qomar's charm was extraordinary. On campus, no one does not like his temperament. In the student organizations, almost all of them were competing to get his attention and now, Syamsa openly expressed his feelings.

She did not know but she heard the sound of his smirk. "I will always come back to you, my Tatiana," he muttered heartily. Then he continued to walk away towards the blinding sunlight. Tatiana could not help but to cover her face using her palm because of the extreme sunlight. It did not burn her skin though. But her palm was not good enough. Until she felt that she was totally eaten by that light.

Grabbing his hair harshly I tip it backward before sitting on his face. “EAT ME!” At first, he was hesitant as I rub my clit on his nose. I can feel our juices pouring out in his mouth as he sucks it. He feeds on my hole like a newborn babe, his tongue sliding in and out before rotating it inside my genital. I slowly rock my hips as I ride his head still holding his hair.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.

He roared in joy as his orgasm burst forth, a creamy white river of semen surging into her already stretched and battered asshole. "Well, here, Rod. Give her this," said Smokes, the fourth biker, a thin man with bloodshot eyes, as he offered Rod a small pill. Rod shoved the pill down Emily's throat. She gagged on it, but Rod held her jaw closed until she managed to swallow. A strange warmth began to spread through her, dulling the edges of the pain. She felt herself drift away, as though she were floating above her own body, watching in horror as though she were watching someone else.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”