Good Thriller Books For Adults Novels & Stories

He gripped my throat from behind, his thumb pressing into my windpipe just enough to make my vision blur as he began to fuck me with a violent, jealous rhythm. "How many times," he grunted, his chest slamming against my back with every brutal thrust, "how many times must I tell you to call me Master?" He didn't wait for an answer. He jammed his cock into my hole over and over, his balls slapping against my ass like thunderclaps. I was in distress, my hands slipping on the marble as I tried to hold myself up. The sensation was overwhelming—the cold stone under my palms and the hot iron of his dick stretching me to the breaking point.

“I want to help you.” He raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “How?” I swallowed, my cheeks burning, but I met his eyes. “I want to suck your cock.” His eyes darkened with lust. “Oh my goodness… you sure are a bad girl now, aren’t you?” He cupped my face gently, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Have you done it before?” “No,” I admitted, biting my lip. “But I’ve watched movies like that.” He chuckled softly, the sound warm and affectionate. “It’s different in real life, baby. Those movies aren’t always accurate. You want me to guide you?”

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I lick my lips slowly, savoring the slick, salty taste, my mouth watering for more. I can't hold back. I wrap both hands around his thick shaft my fingers don't even come close to meeting and guide the hot, throbbing head into my mouth. He slides over my tongue, stretching my lips wide, the veiny underside dragging against the roof of my mouth. I push forward greedily until he hits the back of my throat. My body shivers hard. Thick, warm spit floods my mouth and spills out the corners, running in messy rivers down my chin and dripping heavily between my tits, making them shiny and slick.

She had a late sociology lab; I was done by one. Friday afternoons were my sanctuary. The only time the house was empty, silent, and completely mine. And I had a ritual. It started a month ago. I'd ordered my first real adult magazine online, discreetly shipped in plain packaging. 'Sinful Nights. It felt like holding contraband. This wasn't the soft-focus suggestive stuff; this was graphic, explicit, a window into a world of unapologetic lust. In our digital age, it felt strangely more intimate, more dangerous, than just pulling up a site.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

Girl wakes feeling sweaty and sticky in motel with her dad. SUMMARY: This is a short story about Ellie and her father who are staying overnight in a very hot motel room near New Orleans. The girl wakes in the middle of the night feeling sweaty, sticky and... aroused. She can't help what happens next. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. Enjoy.. ****** 1 -- Ellie]

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

The sound made my throat vibrate against his cock, sending a shudder through his cock as I took him deeper. “Yeah, that’s it,” the bald man grunted, locking his grip on my head as he drove his cock faster into my mouth, each thrust slamming against the back of my throat. The bearded man pulled back, his face glistening with my pussy wetness. “I need my cock inside your fucking pretty, pierced pussy.” He spat into his hand, coating his big cock in slickness before pressing the tip to my soaked entrance. His voice dropped rough and low. “You want my cock, don’t you?”