Gay Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I smile sweetly at him. His eyes widen. “How is that romance?” “Well, becuase she falls in love with the new guy, and he loves her. Oh, and be warned, there’s two endings. Happy and sad. Decide the characters fate yourself.” I wink and he sighs. I watch as he opens the book ‘Tainted heat’ By Billiejo Priestley, and begins to read. It’s almost low level smut. I didn’t want to give him something where it goes too indepth, I can save that for next time.

And I hated even more that I was about to come to the sound of him destroying someone else. It had been over two years since I’d had good sex. Actually good sex. The kind that leaves you sore, satisfied, and walking funny the next day. My last decent lay was with Marcus, and even he eventually turned vanilla and boring, finishing in under five minutes before rolling over to check his phone. After him, it was a string of disappointments; selfish guys, premature finishers, and one who asked if I could ‘moan quieter’ because he had an early meeting.

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

Okay fine, Ma'am Ken will be quiet. He started to dress me, he put on my panties. Pfft, I'm actually laughing because he closes his eyes tightly and then keeps looking away from my body. Is Hubby jealous of my body? He really wants to be a woman. I'm sorry Ken because it looks like you're really made of juice, this god to me. It's ugly if you became a woman and then you were made for me, right? Hmm, so what are we bisexual? Or maybe lesbian? Oh my, maybe gay??

Chapter 3: Tension at the Table CASSANDRA Brady’s voice boomed through the front door like he owned the place. “Mr. Gray, good to see you, sir. It smells amazing in here. Is that your famous pasta?” I shifted in my chair, still feeling the slick mess between my thighs from what Alexander just did to me upstairs. My panties were ruined, and every little movement reminded me of his cum leaking out a bit. I crossed my legs tightly and tried to look normal.

His hot breath fanned my skin as he kissed my cheeks,lips,jaw,In between my breasts my stomach before stopping at my snatch. He Blew cool breeze on it before licking my little nub. His fingers continued their assault as his tongue licked and sucked all the nectars, making me to jerk and buck my hips. Soon his tongue created stabbing notions as……I screamed into the bright day, climbing my climax as I found my release. I laid on the bed, feeling weak and tired as he covered me with the blanket before placing a chaste kiss on my forehead. .. .. 💕Lady Katherine’s POV💕

“Who are you and what have you done with the girl who wanted nothing to do with bad boys?” “Nothing… happened, okay?” “Nothing?” I repeated flatly, arching a brow. “Yes, nothing.” She paused. “I mean, we kissed, but—” “Nova!” I tried to laugh but all it did was make my head pound. I wasn’t against Nova having anything with Nolan. They were both adults, and I wasn’t territorial about my husband’s family—Alaric wasn’t even my real husband. I just hoped that whatever was going on between them wasn’t something they were going to regret, whether or not it would blossom into something more.

Warning: This is not your regular soft romance.This is the kind of forbidden collection that ruins self-control. Within these pages you will find stories of people who know better… but choose to break the rules anyway. Temptation becomes obsession,chemistry becomes addiction. Forbidden connections that start with a single look and end with someone on their knees, begging for more. In the heat of forbidden desires you will encounter characters who cross every line they swore they would never cross, therefore surrendering to their deepest, wettest desires. Neighbors who watch in the dark. Professors who turn private lessons into something far more dangerous. Bosses who demand complete sur

I’d never noticed her floral perfume before. “Girls sleep with girls,” Gina said, imitating Dylan’s grandmother. “She thinks girls can’t get up to no good?” As if to challenge that belief, Gina’s hand roamed to my thigh. Her fingertips felt like silk against my skin. I couldn’t pretend to be surprised; it was somehow implied this would happen on holiday. The way she looked at me, I’d always known. When I turned away from her, she didn’t take it as a rebuke. She only moved in closer. Her cheek was on my hair. Her breath was on my neck. It was nearly as hot as her hand as she traced a path up my thigh. She raked

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.