Fantasy Smut Novels & Stories

Angie grabbed my hair and started grinding her wet pussy against my face, smearing her juices all over my mouth, nose, and chin. While I was devouring her cunt, Mark got behind me, grabbed my hips, and slammed his thick cock balls-deep into my dripping hole in one brutal thrust. I moaned loudly into Angie’s pussy as he started pounding me. Every hard thrust pushed my tongue deeper into her. I was getting fucked like a whore from behind while eating my first pussy — living the filthiest fantasy I’d ever had. “Eat her cunt, baby,” Mark growled, spanking my ass as he railed me. “Show her what a hungry little dyke wife you are.”

“Damn, Girl, he's not even the right gender for me but I definitely would,” she fans herself and I snort a laugh. “You know he can hear you, right?” I say and giggle when her face drops in horror. “Shush, take pity on the poor little human girl. I'm obviously just bedazzled by his powers like in those smut books we read,” she smirks. “I do not read smut books, they're romance,” I defend with a hand on my heart.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

My pussy clenched uselessly around the speculum and his fingers, leaking even more slick down my ass crack onto the table. “Not yet,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You are not coming until I decide the treatment has worked. Describe another fantasy. Make it dirtier this time.” I whined loud, my hips trying to grind against nothing while he kept me pinned and stretched open. “God, okay, okay. I fantasize about you inviting other doctors in to watch while you finger me like this and make me squirt all over the table. “ “I want them to see how much of a dripping slut I am for your hands. “

Readers should be aware of explicit sexual content, themes of power imbalance, graphic depictions of BDSM, intense physical and psychological humiliation, non-consensual undertones in a fantasy context, extreme kink practices including fisting, cock torture, edging, sounding, electro-stimulation, watersports, and double penetration, strong language, potential triggers related to authority figures, public exposure scenarios, and emotional distress, as well as the presence of dark, taboo elements that may not suit all audiences. Part 1

Chapter 3 The air in the spare room is so thick with the smell of sex it feels like I’m drowning in it sweat, pussy, cum, and pure filthy lust hanging heavy around us. Ayra is still sprawled on the edge of the bed, legs shamelessly spread, her swollen pussy a wrecked, glistening mess. Thick white ropes of my stepbrother’s cum slowly leak from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. That single tear on her cheek hasn’t dried yet, but her eyes are already glazing over again with fresh hunger.

The feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed left me trembling and blissed out. We collapsed together in a sweaty, cum-covered tangle on the couch, bodies slick and marked. Emma looked thoroughly ruined, her glasses fogged, hair wild, thighs quivering, asatisfied smile on her flushed face as Kane’s cum slowly leaked from both her holes. I felt wonderfully wrecked too, my ass tender and full, pussy still pulsing, skin covered in bites and fingerprints. This was the best sex I've had in months.

His cock twitched traitorously in his sweatpants. Later that night, after Damien had gone to shower, Elias couldn’t take it anymore. He lay on his bed, hoodie pushed up to his chest, sweatpants shoved down just enough. His hand wrapped around his hard, leaking cock, stroking slowly at first, then faster. His eyes were closed, breath coming in soft, desperate pants. In his mind, it wasn’t some vague fantasy, it was Damien’s strong hands pinning him down, that deep voice growling filthy things into his ear while…

he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition. Erin looked up at her captor and her parched throat dried up the more at the sight of him. He was shirtless and only a scrap of leather loin cloth covered his nether region. He was all muscles and sinews, with a broad chest and ripped abs that reminded her of those sexy guys in the Magic Mike movie. She may hate this guy, but she could not deny that he was indeed a hunk and a pleasing sight for her sore eyes. Erin was shocked that she could find herself being sexually attracted to another male besides Danshak, her beloved mate. “Have you reconsidered my offer?” He asked with a sultry smile, knowing that she had been checking him out.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.