Good Smut Novels & Stories

He chuckled, turning my body so it faced the cameras, giving them a good view of my breasts, cunt, and the lust-crazed expression on my face. His hands curled around my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft dough. "Damn, he did say your boobs were special, I thought it was just his weird title fetish talking, but damn these guns could bring an alpha to his knees." Then he was cumming, spraying his seed deep inside me before pulling out. My body moaned the loss of his cock as I was turned around, leaning forward slightly. "What are you doing?" He smirked. "If you want me to show you around the pack house, show me around your body too. Give us a show."

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

Who knew that Yvette would come looking for them shortly after the company reopened? Ian pushed open Xavier's office door, immediately getting a whiff of the smoke in the room. But as cigars were good quality smokes, the smell was not too bad. Xavier sat in the midst of the wispy smoke, idly flicking away the ash gathered on the end of the cigar. "Who's looking for me again?" He smiled, trying his best to appear nonchalant. But he could not hide the smugness in his eyes.

A devious smile crept out of my face as I was flipped, my body unceremoniously bent over on a small table near the staircase. “You want it rough huh?” He then cupped my bare breasts from the back. Feeling, kneading, and pinching it making me squirm at the white-hot pleasure he’s sending to my core. “Give me your best shot.” I hissed, breathlessly. I heard him growl at the challenge then– –the door slammed wide open.

“Oh my god… fuck… mmm, yes… that feels so good…” He rose higher, mouth moving to her breasts. He licked one nipple in slow, wet circles, then the other, then spat onto the left peak. Warm saliva ran down the soft curve of her breast. He licked it off slowly, sucked the nipple deep into his mouth until she whimpered, and spat again, coating both nipples until they shone under the library lights. Maya’s head fell back. Soft, broken moans kept spilling out of her without restraint. “Ah… ah… Liam… that feels so dirty… mmm—don’t stop… please…”

“Of course, refreshing to the very top. Mai Khac, you absolutely do not have such a wonderful taste. That person's skin is microvascular, extremely healthy, smooth and smooth, making it impossible to let go of love. The more I like that face, every time I see the protest almost crying when I go in, I think the bottom almost explodes." "As you can see, she found a good partner." “That's right, it's hard to find someone who's so excellent inside and out, beautiful in appearance, more enthusiastic on the inside, biting hard every time I don't spare, my body is really is lewd as usual. Ha ha, that also justifies me as an excuse to admire a lot of SM. I've ordered some of the top 100 sex products

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”