Game Of Thrones Smut Novels & Stories

She breathes heavily, her eyes fluttering open and shut, her delicate skin making my blood heat up more. I stand quickly, stropping off my own shirt and pants before pressing my naked, hard body back against hers. I reach down, my thumb finding her clit. I rub it slowly, gently at first, exhaling a silent shaky breath as I feel how drenched she already is. Krisoff gasps, a loud moan escaping her as her body shudders beneath me. I smirk. I love the way she reacts to my touch. I quicken the pace. I rub her violently, circling round with heavy pressure, giving her no room to hold back.

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.

They were simply officemates who find comfort in each other by sharing each other's body heat, a superior and an underling who disclose each other's burdens and frustrations through strong penetrations, tightly entwined fingers, and erotic moans. "Was I?" he asked, his nose scrunching and brows close to kissing in confusion. He looked away from her flushed face to see the cigarette that was losing a quarter of its body while hanging loosely between his right hand's fingers, continuously emanated a long, slender smoke that comforted and annoyed his burning nose at the same time. He lifted his right hand and took a puff of his cigarette, once he had enough, he blew the fume off from his lips.

“And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression, control tightening. He reaches out slowly, deliberately, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?”

I know I’m weird—I literally write orc/human princess smut online. “If I were you, I’d start counting…” His voice is so rough right now, thick with lust too. His large hand grabs my left cheek, and I moan, my aching pussy moistening. “I intend to redden this butt. Now count,” he orders, low and dangerous. He gives me enough time to prepare for the next one, but it's not enough to hold back a loud yelp when it comes. “One.” I manage to whisper, tears plopping from my eyes onto the blanket. Cold sweat prickles on my skin, a perpetual heat swirling in my stomach, making me go dizzy with overwhelming emotions.

She nodded— Desperate. I smirked. “Look at us. Look how perfect we are together.” Her mouth stretched around my cock— “Fuck Olivia, your mouth is damn good. Then your pussy must taste like heaven.” I reached my climax, pouring in my cum into her mouth, hot— gushing into her mouth, she moaned again gagging “I fucking said drink it all, OLIVIA.” She swallowed, cum sliding down the corners of her lips, removing my cock slowly with a loud—sloppy pop, I packed every drop running down her face with my thumb back into her mouth, she took it it licking it clean eyes in me.

He is smirking at me, and his eyes are full of heat and love fixed on me. God, how does he still make me feel like this? I lean in close, whispering against his ear with a sly smile, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Mr. Luther.” He grins, leaning back, his fingers moving closer to my clit. “Oh, I fully intend to finish it, Mrs Luther.” And his fingers start rubbing my clit over my panties, making me bite my lower lip. And just like that, Christmas becomes even warmer. Fuck! I want him to stop and continue both at the same time.

[Author's Note: The next few chapters contain ex.pli.cit, high-steam light B.D*SM elements, including delayed or.ga.sm (edging), spa.nk*ing, and light bo*ndage. Please, skip if any of these elements might be triggering to you.] SIGRUN If you called me stubborn, you wouldn't be wrong.

How fucking hot is that? The moment he's gone, TJ rushes upstairs and settles on his bed with his laptop. He downloads the *Master Smears Your Blood Good* file and opens it. It starts off in the point of view of the MMC. He's like four centuries old, and he talks about his lover's devastatingly beautiful eighteen-year-old protégé. He describes his "deliciously curved body," his "luscious full lips," his "succulent round ass" and how much he wants to sink his teeth into it. He talks about how hard his cock gets whenever he's near, and how he wants to make him cum until he's boneless as a drained mortal.

The question was a whisper, torn from her. “That you are the most real thing that has ever happened to me. That your mind terrifies and excites me. That your courage humbles me. That the thought of you returning to this border and me to my castle to choose a... a *broodmare*,” he spat the word, “feels like a sentence to a life of shadows.” He reached out, his hand hovering near her cheek, not touching. “You said love is a weakness. My brother proved it. But watching you, fighting beside you... I think maybe it’s not love that’s weak. It’s the fear of it. The fear is what cripples. The love itself... I think it might be the only thing that makes any of this worth saving.” Tears, bright and sh