Good Clean Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

I growl, pulling her closer and kissing her passionately. Viona's hand wraps around my erection and strokes me slowly. She lifts her hips, positioning herself over me. "Do it. Fuck me." I whisper, gripping her ass. She sinks down, impaling herself on my cock. Viona moans and begins rocking her hips. I watch her ride me, her breasts bouncing, her face contorting in pleasure. She's so beautiful, so sexy. She rocks harder and faster, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh, baby, you feel so good. So wet. So tight." I groan.

In this case, he could only hold himself back and give her time to accept him slowly. They laid down on the bed, and he asked, "Do you girls like to read domineering CEO related novels?" "They're alright. I prefer reading ancient romance novels," Wrenna said. "Some of those domineering CEO romance novel titles are related to spoiling the girl, but in fact, they turn out to be heart-tormenting. I don't like to read those types of stories." Charles thought to himself, "Ancient romance novels? What the hell is that?"

she whispered. He reached out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked. She nodded. His arms wrapped around her like a shield. She buried her face in his chest, letting herself breathe for the first time in days. --- The day slipped away in a haze. They didn’t talk about contracts or pretense—just stayed close. Fingers brushed. Smiles softened. It wasn’t perfect. But it was real. By evening, Damien took her hand. “Come with me.” “Where?”

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

Our tongues danced as my hands roamed her perky breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. Jane came behind me, pressing her body to my back. "Your ass feels incredible, Abi. So plump and full and soft." Her fingers slipped between my legs, finding my slick folds. She circled my clit slowly, making my hips buck. "You're wet already, baby." "Ohhh, yes, Jane," I cried out. "Since Vincent came in, please go deeper…awwww" Cheryl and Priscilla joined, forming a tight circle. We kissed in turns, our mouths exploring necks and shoulders. The dark room soon filled with soft moans and the scent of our arousal mixing with faint restaurant spices.

Roe cried out seductively, completely abandoning all her defiance. She threw her head back against his shoulder, her chest heaving as she begged for the friction. "I've been wanting you so bad. You're so big... fuck, your fingers feel so good inside me!" "You're a bad girl, Roe. A filthy little brat," Elijah growled, but his pace only accelerated. He drove his fingers to the root, hitting her deep inside while his thumb flattened her clit, rubbing it so hard she could feel the heat radiating through her entire pelvis.