Free Erotia Romance Books Novels & Stories

Another voice from the dark: "Let me touch her." Rome's grip tightened. Amara opened her eyes. It was Levi. Silent. Watching. Wanting. "Let him," she whispered. Rome looked up at her, shocked. Her cunt clenched around him. "Please." Levi stepped closer. His hand brushed her breast, and she moaned so loudly it made someone else groan. Then his fingers were between her thighs, rubbing where she needed it most. She fell apart. Her orgasm hit like a storm, tearing through her until her vision blurred. Rome cursed. He wasn’t far behind. She felt him spill inside her, hot and thick, and she didn’t stop riding until he was shaking.

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.

Clatter— The knife and fork slipped from Luther’s hands, hitting the floor with a sharp ring. Even with his face hidden behind the black mist, I could feel the shock rolling off him. Tch. Annoying. I grabbed Luther by the collar, pulled him close, and kissed him hard—pressing my lips to his and sliding the cherry from my mouth into his. Our tongues brushed; he tried to pull away, but I didn’t care. I bit down on the cherry, letting its overly sweet juice spill out slowly between us.

The fact that she had a pretty face and great body, combined with her inexperience and shyness, got Josephine even hornier. There was something wild, irresistible and purely sexy about that girl. Josephine wanted that soft skin to rub against hers. She couldn't wait to rub her pussy against April's pussy. Oh fuck. The erotic thoughts of her and April in a scissors position, rubbing and pressing their pussies against each other, made the volume her moans and groans increase. She increased the movement of her fingers, brutal thrusting and ramming her fingers into her pussy over and over again, her thumb coming in contact with her sensitive clit with every powerful thrust.

Then I opened my legs wider for him, resisting the overwhelming urge to close them. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice low and rough. My face burned with humiliation, but I obeyed again. My fingers moved between my folds, smearing my abundant juices around my swollen clit. I closed my eyes tightly, unable to bear the intensity of his stare. “Open your eyes,” he snapped. “And do not hide your moans.” I obeyed, releasing my bitten lip as I circled my clit faster. Soft, embarrassed whimpers escaped me despite my best efforts. The wet sounds of my fingers filled the room, making everything feel even more degrading.

A forbidden encounter unfolds in the school library as Finn, the charismatic jock, and Shasha, the reserved nerd, gives in to their desires during a storm. Their passionate and explicit tryst explores themes of dominance, surrender, and unbridled lust. ******************************** The rain hammered against the library windows, its fury echoing the storm brewing between Finn and Shasha. The school library, usually a sanctuary of quiet study, had become their private arena, the shelves of books mere spectators to the raw, unbridled desire unfolding between them.

“Four.” I stroke her ass, finding pleasure in her trembling frame. As my fingers grazed the few inches of flesh closest to her wetness, she moved into my touch. “Please,” she whispered. “Please, what?” I asked, enjoying the sound of her pleas. “Tell me what you want.” “Touch me,” she said, her sweet voice sounding like molten sin. “I need you, Alpha.”I slid my knuckles down her spine, and started sliding my fingers through her slick folds. When I reached her swollen bud, I caressed it with the gentlest of strokes.

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.