Good Steamy Romance Novels & Stories

Kimmie groaned as her orgasm came crashing and she felt like she was on cloud nine. Whimpering softly as his thrusts slowed and he grunted, pulling out of her protesting pussy. Something warm and sticky poured all over her stomach, definitely spurts of his cum.

“You feel so good, Romi. So soft. So warm.” He untied her robe, letting the silk fall open, revealing her full, ripe breasts. Her nipples, already hard, peaked through the sheer fabric of her bra. He made quick work of the clasp, tossing the bra aside. Her breasts spilled free, heavy and inviting. The thought of fucking two pussies in one day made him hard as fuck. “Oh, Kamil… you’re insatiable.” She moaned, her hands finding his hair, pulling his head down. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard, drawing a sharp gasp from her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sending shivers through her. He kneaded her other breast, his thumb circling her erection.

A wave of desire surged straight to my brain, and a fierce heat built low in my belly. His hands kept rubbing my soft spot. The other men behind him lost patience. "Come on, Steve, just tear 'em."

“I can’t help it… you filled me so many times.” Damien kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers curled against my g-spot. The car drove smoothly through the English countryside toward central London, but inside the Rolls Royce, it felt like another world. He fingered me slowly at first, then faster, rubbing my swollen clit with his thumb until I came again, quietly this time, shaking in his arms as fresh juices mixed with his cum and soaked his hand. “Good girl,” he praised, making me suck his fingers clean. “We’re almost at my penthouse. But I’m not waiting.”

The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

His brows furrowed, and just when he's about to go out in the room, Demie came out from the bathroom— on her red silk satin bathrobe that ends on her mid-thighs. Suddenly, the temperature in the room went hot. Sandro can't help himself but gaze upon an exquisite and ravishing woman in red in front of him. From her slightly open mouth that made him lick his lips, and his eyes followed the droplet of water from her wet hair that went to her visible cleavage. Sandro can see her round breasts that are under the bathrobe that made his c*ck screaming. And the mouth-watering sweet scent of Demie is urging Sandro to have a taste of it. And prove that they taste as sweet as they smell. Just by thinki

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“Just act normal, okay?” I place my hand on the poor man’s chest. “I…” The door opens without warning and hovering by the door is Damien. Tall and brooding, he’s in a pair of pajama slacks and a shirt. His eyes, the silent command of sin. Scent as intoxicating as I remember. Spicy. Hot. And hard like his cock wrecking my pussy whenever he sticks it in. Without thinking, I grip Nate and seal my lips with his. My eyes shut, I try not to see the awkward expression on Nate’s face, try not to gag.

Iris’s POV I should have known from the day I met my fiancé’s father that I would end up sleeping with him. The attraction was so fierce and it was obvious it went both ways. I didn’t go out of my way to seek him out and I even avoided him, but there was no escaping this. I write romance for a living. The steamy and forbidden kind that makes readers clutch their phones at 2 a.m. and whisper “just one more chapter.” I’ve written about billionaires who pin heroines against penthouse windows, older men who teach innocent girls exactly what their bodies were made for, slow-burn tension that snaps into raw, desperate sex on silk sheets. I know every beat, every trope, every line that makes pulses