Favorite Kinky Romances Novels & Stories

“She tastes like heaven.” They turned her around. Roman unbuckled her skirt and slid it down her hips. Ellis kissed her belly, her thighs, kneeling again to press his lips to the wet patch on her panties before pulling them down slowly. Nora had never felt so bare. So devoured. So completely undone. Roman sat in his chair, legs spread. “Come sit on my lap,” he ordered. She obeyed without question. Naked. Shaking. Straddling him as he freed his cock and guided her down, inch by inch. He filled her slowly, groaning in satisfaction as she clenched around him.

Chapter 5 "That's it," Kieran encourages, his hand sliding into my panties. "Make those pretty sounds for us." His fingers find my clit, circling it once, twice, before dipping lower to test my wetness. "So fucking drenched. You really are a little slut, aren't you?" "Yes," I gasp as Jax bites down on my nipple. "I'm your slut." "Both of us," Jax corrects, releasing my breast with a wet pop. His eyes are dark with lust. "You belong to both of us now."

The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.

"Be careful what you wish for, sweetheart." "I didn't stutter now, did I?" I said, my anxiety suddenly disappearing as a smirk splayed on my bold red lips. "Hm." Damon said, looking at his brothers before looking back at me. "Wait, hold on, Shirley." He held up his hands. "Are you trying to say you don't mind if Draven fucked you? 'Cause that's what we're hearing." And that was when the insane thought popped into my head. "Well…" I stepped closer, my voice now softer than before. "If the Ryder triplets want to fuck me, who am I to say no?"

Just the sound of belts unbuckling, zippers dropping, fabric hitting the floor. Steve rose, mouth glistening, and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue while he stroked his cock slowly, thick and already leaking. Emmanuel turned me so my back was to the leather couch, then sat and pulled me down onto his lap in one smooth motion. His cock long, heavy, veined nudged at my entrance but didn’t push in yet. Instead he spread me open with both hands, displaying me to the other two. “Look at this perfect cunt,” he said, almost reverent. “Dripping for her kings.”

The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names. I was naked. A sharp breath sliced the air…from who? I wasn’t sure “You’re so sexy,”Mr Cinnamon whispered in my ear. He smelt like cinnamon,hence the name. Cinnamon, green eyes, brown hair…strangers yet I had a feeling I would never forget these strangers for the rest of my life. Every doubt I might have harbored vanished the second I felt cinnamon’s fingers graze my folds. “And you’re so wet..” his breath was heavier

He had dated a few extraordinary women before and after his wife and some of them were his submissive as well but he never felt this strong desire for any of them. The last submissive he had was approximately six months ago, but he had to get rid of her since she caught feelings for some other man and the last thing he wanted was to ruin a romantic relationship. It was not like he did not believe in love, but he knew that with his dark fantasies, he would never find someone to love him. So, he had settled with half-hearted temporary relationships and secret kinky exhortations with a woman he found for himself. “I… I can’t…” Anna shook her head and her voice was barely a breathy whisper.

you'll be grossly disappointed, I can tell you that for a start! ‘No way!’ ‘Don't be so sure. My fantasies are oldfashioned, Jake. And boringly conventional.’ She shrugged dismissively. ‘I like romance: soft lights, lingerie, sipping champagne. A man who’s gentle and gentlemanly; who'd treat me like a lady ... A man who'd treat me as if this didn’t existl’ She touched her leg, the one that was stretched out awkwardly, and not as straight and relaxed as the other.

The rest of the class goes by in a blur, and I do my best to focus, but I’m way off my game. My mind is teeming, my body strangely energized, and I make a vow right then and there that I need to stop reading so many damn romance novels. I read one or two a day, fully immersed in the escapism it brings me, and I think they’re getting to my fucking head. I’ve always been a hopeless romantic, but it wasn’t until I hit my senior year in high school I discovered romance. I’ve been a complete addict ever since. But this obsession has not served me well, especially since my particular tastes these days are always the kinky variety involving handcuffs and safewords and dominants.

He rolled her nipples between his knuckles, grinding them like cigarettes under his boot, the pressure unrelenting until tears pricked her eyes. Hours seemed to pass in this torment, though it was mere minutes stretched by sensation. Francis lost himself in the texture, the taste, the way her tits yielded to his every whim. He pulled her forward by the nipples, using them as handles to drag her closer, her back scraping the glass, before shoving her back and diving in again. The kinky edge sharpened when he spat on them, watching his saliva drip down the curves, then smeared it with rough palms, making them slick for easier slaps that rang out like whips.