Hardcore Smut Books Novels & Stories

(WARNING) This work contains graphic, consensual non-vanilla sex including group sex (fivesome), choking, whipping, praise kink, and light dominance/submission. If any of these themes are triggering or upsetting to you, please do not read. No exceptions so please turn back now. To my sweet, filthy and smutty readers— the one who aches to be called a good girl while four strong hands claim every inch of you… This book is yours. Let them praise you, ruin you, and worship you exactly the way you crave.

As she moved her legs, opening them wider, the smell of her lovejuices became more pungent. ‘Tell me about Lord Burnet,’ Karen gasped, hovering on the brink, desperate to come. ‘He’s a bastard to work for, I should imagine, if his behaviour elsewhere is anything to go by,’ Armina murmured dreamily, and now one of her hands crept down to her pubis. Her sex-lips pouted between her fingers, swollen and flushed, glistening with nectar. 'But there’s nothing more exciting than an arrogant bastard, providing he looks like Mallory. He’s hung like a stallion. His cock is a good nine inches long when he has a hard-on. Thick as a flag pole, and, boy, does he know how to use it!’

“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?”

“Fuck me harder, Salman! Pound that mature cunt! Ohhh… ohhh… I’m getting close again!” He thrust up desperately, his long cock slamming deep. The wet slapping sounds filled the room. I felt him swelling inside me. “Cum inside me! Fill my hairy cunt with your hot young load! Do it… breed Mummy’s pussy!” With a loud, broken groan he exploded. Thick ropes of cum pumped deep into my womb. “Ahhhhh… yes… I’m cumming so hard!” I screamed through an even stronger orgasm. My pussy spasmed and milked every drop from his twitching cock while my juices squirted around his shaft, soaking his balls and the sheets.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees and mounted her from behind, slamming into her cunt with no preamble. Lilith screamed as he stretched her abused hole, her pussy still sensitive from their previous fucking. But she quickly adjusted to his size, her body yielding to his rough claiming. He fucked her hard and fast, his hands digging into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. The wet sounds of their flesh slapping together filled the car, punctuated by Lilith's wanton moans. "Take it, you filthy whore," Jack grunted, slamming into her with all his might. "Take my fucking cock like the cock hungry slut you are."

“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.

Liam smirked—low grunt escaping him—thrusting faster, his dick disappearing completely inside her, veins pulsing visibly under the skin as he bottomed out. Emma felt heat flood her core—her own pussy throbbing, nipples hardening against her tank. She wanted to touch herself so badly—fingers slipping between her legs, rubbing her clit to the rhythm of his thrusts. Imagine that huge dick inside her—stretching her walls, the veined length dragging along her nerves, filling her to the brink. Her vagina clenched on nothing—aching, wet—thighs pressing together as arousal trickled down.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.