Fantasy Erotica Books Novels & Stories

He wasn’t hiding anymore; he was jerking off to me like a dirty old pervert, and the thought made my clit pulse so hard I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud in the night God, I was such a slut for this. My own fingers began twitching at my sides, dying to slide down and rub my aching cunt, but I didn’t. Not yet, Instead I reached behind me, unhooked my bra — wait, no, I wasn’t wearing one under the tank, but fuck it, the fantasy was already spinning. I peeled the imaginary straps down anyway, letting my light young tits sway fully naked for him. They bounced softly as I dropped the bra on the floor, nipples so stiff they hurt.

I shuddered, panting as I watched him work his magical lips on me. His eyes bore into me, dark with raw lust and insatiable need, his nose nudging my clit. Nothing could ever prepare me for this. So sinful. Daxton Cervantes was eating me like I was his last meal on earth before his death. "Yes, Daddy, just like that!" I screamed out, unable to contain the wave of ecstasy that washed over me. He quickened his pace, his thick fingers delving deeper with each thrust, expertly manipulating me, sending unrelenting waves of pleasure surging through my trembling form. My climax was building, and I craved it more than anything.

Rather than feeling ashamed, Cassidy could hear her heart pounding in anticipation as she stared up at the four men who were now stark naked before her. “You're going to cum so hard by the time we're through with you,” Ethan hummed, already on his knees. “Damn right. We'd fuck you in every hole, and you'd enjoy it, sexy red.” “Open your legs for me, baby.” Soon enough, it felt like she was floating, except that she was screaming, and gasping, and moaning, and groaning. One minute Ethan's tongue was flicking through her labia, the next Tim was sucking her breast like he was a new born baby. Leon focused on letting his fingers do the work, and Lance?

“Yes, fuck me like you mean it.” My own hand moves faster, fingers plunging deep, thumb rubbing my clit in frantic circles. I can feel the pressure building, a tight coil ready to snap. The sight of him—cock glistening, sweat dripping from his jawline, eyes locked on the blonde’s face as she arches and cries out—fuels my fantasy. I imagine his gaze flicking to the window, catching me, seeing my fingers buried in my own heat, hearing my quiet whimpers. The thought makes me moan, a low, needy sound that I swallow quickly, afraid to break the spell.

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

" I quickly did as he said, feeling a ripple of ecstasy wash through me. "Slide your finger though your pussy, getting just enough of that hot wetness to make it feel like silk when you touch your clit." I did so again, my body was on fire. "Fuck Aiden, my body is on fire." "As it should." "You wish you had a cock in your mouth now, don't you Valerie? "You want to suck on a cock so bad." "You want to make it hard, and hard, and hard." "Do you want all that delicious spunk to jet into your hot, eager mouth."

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

I imagined whispering séxy thoughts into her ear and watching them take root. I imagined her wondering, questioning, letting curiosity win. I imagined kissing her, touching her, making her mine. I saw her lips shake as I gave her the first taste of another woman’s lips. I heard her gasp as my hands cupped her bréasts and held her ass. I imagined her giving in as I buried my tongue inside her and showed her pleasures she had never known. I had not meant to fall into the fantasy, but it dragged me under anyway. The memory fed it, made it stronger. It took over everything.

"It's true. Quite a few of the books I used to read were reverse harem novels. One woman having to serve two or more men. They weren't the only type I read, but maybe fifty percent." "Wasn't my brother enough of a man for you?" "Master is the most skillful lover I've ever had. The best orgasms of my life have been with him?" "Would you agree, Lisa?" Cindy asked. "Definitely. Totally cosmic cums; much better than my former husband." "The one who raped you both, who got shot? Mom and Dad told me about him." "That's the one." "So why did you fantasize about multiple men fucking you?" Cindy asked.