Novel & Cerita Good Smut Books

She picked up the books and inspected it. "You will read them Rose enough of your thriller and horror genres..." Damian ordered her. She looked at the books with wide eyes when she realised all of them were erotica and bdsm books... Damian chuckled at her reaction. "If you are like this after just looking at it then how will you react when we will try this..." He smirked evilly making her heart thump rapidly. Damian slid down beside her resting his head on his arm while she was leaning against the bedpost trying to read the books.

His hand slid higher under my dress and met the bare skin of my upper thigh and kept climbing without hesitation. The glove was warm from his body heat. When his fingers brushed the edge of my underwear I made a sound against his mouth that I could not swallow in time. Damian answered it with a low, rough noise of his own and pressed me harder into the shelves. Books shifted at my back. One spine dug into my shoulder blade. I did not care. “Quiet,” he murmured against my lips. “Unless you want the next person in that hallway to hear exactly what a slut, the Lee cute princess really is.”

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

My best friend Melissa giggled as I narrated my dream to her. “Now you are just making fun of me,” I said, embarrassed. “Haha, not really. I am glad you are excited about it, and I am looking forward to hearing about your first real orgasm, but I still feel sex is overrated.” She laughed. “Oh, then why do you have all those books hidden under your bed? It's smut, isn't it?” I smirked. Melissa gasped. “Holy shit, you saw my stash?” She burst into laughter. “Well I hate to disappoint you, but they are historical books on werewolves.”

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.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

My body sagged, held upright only by the four cocks I was servicing. The number soon increased to five as another person surged forward, slamming my mouth into their cock. It smelt awful and my breathing was cut off as he buried my nose in his pubic hair. Before long I was choking and shedding genuine tears. My hands fumbled around, trying to push the man off and then to get north to take him away. "Make him feel good slut. Take whatever is put your way and fucking thank me for it." He ordered, and instantly my disgust vanished.

The words jumped off the page—raw, filthy, so unapologetically explicit. Oh gods, this isn't sweet romance. This is pure smut. Dirty, detailed, filthy smut. I should've closed it right then. Put it down. But my eyes kept scanning hungrily, my breath coming shorter and faster. Dorian's thrusts grew brutal and deep, claiming every inch of her possessively. "You're so fucking tight," he groaned loudly. "Milking my cock like you were made for it." Jean shattered around him suddenly, screaming his name as the pleasure crashed through her body hard.