Good Black Romance Books Novels & Stories

Courses of pleasure were washing over her in barely spaceable seconds. Nate allowed his mouth to lean on Sia’s lips reaching for her breasts. He took one of them into his mouth sucking, licking, and biting while fondling the other. Sia arched her back while moaning loudly. Nate was good at driving her to the edge of her restraint, he made her feel good, so good that it drove her crazy. Her fingers remained in his hair as Nate switched between the two breasts intermittently offering each the service of sucking, licking, and biting. The milky white substance was already dripping out of the breasts and Sia continued moaning feeling herself wet all over. She felt something poking her and smiled

His fingers moved up and down as we shared another long kiss. He broke from the kiss, and looked down at my body, seemingly for the first time. His hands ventured upward under my shirt, touching the bottoms of my breasts through the lacy bra that encased them. His eyes met mine again, a look of desire consuming him, before closing them and leaning back in. The door to the conference room opened. The librarian poked her head in. "Another group has reserved this room, so you students will have to find some other place to make out."

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If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

His breath was fire against my skin. Damian’s body pinned me to the mattress, his grip bruising, his movements relentless. His scent clouded my senses, flooding my lungs, drowning me in him. His lips crushed mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. It was raw, possessive, claiming every gasp, every moan, every last shred of resistance I had left. I arched beneath him, my fingers digging into the taut muscles of his back, nails raking against his burning skin. His body was a furnace, hard and unyielding, pressing me deeper into the silk sheets.

30 ENZO The first time I laid eyes on Grace back in that pub, the only reason I pursued her was because of how fucking sexy she was. She had a pretty, pretty fucking face, and the sexiest body. Curves for days. Nice hips… Slim. Nice tits… Perky nipples. Long legs. But I wasn’t pursuing her in a romantic way. I was just giving her the sweet talk… Telling her what she wanted to hear. Filling her head with sweet lies.

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.

“Respect during the day, maybe. He won't touch you I guess. But when the beast takes over? No lycan has the patience to stay calm for a human, Raven. Teaching the beast to be gentle is hard work. Most lycans don’t bother. Why would they? Their own females can take the roughness. They heal faster. They crave it. You? You’re human. You're soft and fragile. One bad rut and he could tear you apart without even meaning to. You would be bleeding, shaking, begging him to stop… and his beast might not listen.” She brushed a thumb across my cheek, almost lovingly. “If love blooms by the end of the contract and once he knots you, you’re stuck there, impaled on him while he fills you over and over. The

“Because it isn’t mine. I don’t sell myself, Mr. Blackwood. What happened that night wasn’t a transaction. I was heartbroken. I was drunk. I made a mistake. But I wasn’t for sale. And I refuse to let anyone put a price on my dignity.” Her words carried quiet fire. I respected that. More than I should have. My eyes drifted over her again — the way her blouse moved with each breath, the curve of her neck, the way she sat with such poised dignity even in this charged moment. The memory of her body against mine that night refused to stay buried. The way she had gasped when I had touched her. The way she had whispered my name. I shifted slightly on the sofa, suddenly aware of how little I was wea

The emptiness only made me crave him more. I should have felt disgusted, but I didn’t. Instead, I found myself craving his dominance. BDSM or not, I just wanted to forget Lee completely.I wanted something new, something beyond the missionary position and riding him the same old way.