Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

he moaned wrapping his hands around my neck. "You like that?" I asked breathlessly. "Fuck yeah," he replied. "Oh," I moaned throwing my head back. I moved my hips forward and backwards and he kept moaning. "I'm going to cum," he moaned out. I stopped grinding myself on him and took him into my mouth sucking him till he released in my mouth. I swallowed the sweet but salty substance down my throat. He pulled me back to him and kissed me, "I Love You." "I Love you too," I responded. End of smut scene!

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

It slapped against his stomach, leaving a smear of precum on his skin. "Fuck, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me," *he panted, fumbling with the waistband of your panties. In one swift motion, he ripped them away, baring your dripping sex to his hungry gaze. The intoxicating scent of your arousal flooded his senses, making his head swim with lust.*

“Look at you… gagging on your stepson’s cock in the middle of the throne room like a desperate whore. So fucking messy.” I pulled back gasping for air. Without thinking, I slapped the heavy, spit-soaked shaft against my cheek, then rubbed it all over my face smearing my own spit across my lips, cheeks, and forehead like a depraved slut. I looked up at him with teary, lust-drunk eyes as I rubbed his throbbing cock over my face, kissing and licking every veiny inch. “You’re so fucking big…” I whimpered. Soren’s smirk was sin. He gripped his cock and slapped it against my tongue a few times before shoving it back into my mouth, thrusting deeper than before.

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Third Person's POV Seraphina actually had a toy boy on the side?! And she was spamming her feed with him every day? Damn it. What kind of spineless, bottom-feeding scrap of a man would throw away his dignity to be a side-piece for a mated woman? Mortimer felt like his lungs were about to detonate. His blood was literally flowing backward. He let out a jagged, gravelly snarl—the sound of a cornered beast—trailing a toxic cloud of high-end bourbon and lethal Alpha pheromones as he spun around.

Not two seconds later, Jamey was pulling out and squirting his release all over the girl’s glistening skin as well, coating her with it. “I think my little Diane likes being covered in cum,” Jamey said with a laugh as Diane ran a manicured finger through the thick white trail before lifting it to her mouth to have a taste. Oh. My. God. My fingers were back inside my panties in an instant. As hot as it was, I was ready to watch the whole thing over again, and this time I was going to pretend that I was Diane, that I was the sexy girl that Jonah and his friend were sharing.