Heavy Smut Books Novels & Stories

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

He reached down and gripped a fistful of Elias’s soft dark hair, tilting his head back. “Take it out.” Elias’s fingers trembled as he reached up and unbuckled Damien’s belt. The metallic sound felt deafening. He pulled the zipper down and freed Damien’s thick, heavy cock. It was already hard, flushed dark, and intimidatingly big up close. The head glistened with precum. Damien didn’t wait. He gripped Elias’s hair tighter and pushed forward, rubbing the head of his cock across Elias’s parted lips, smearing precum over them.

Chapter 2: Furs and Fury The heavy wooden beams of the private longhouse chamber creaked softly under the weight of our passion, the air thick with the combined scents of pine smoke from the central fire, salted meats hanging from the rafters, and the raw, musky evidence of hours spent in unrestrained claiming. I lay sprawled across the massive pile of thick furs and wool blankets, my voluptuous body deliciously aching from head to toe. My heavy breasts felt tender and full, the sensitive nipples still peaked and marked with red bites and suction from their hungry mouths. My soft, rounded belly bore faint imprints from gripping hands, my wide hips and plush ass carried the bruises of powerfu

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

Honestly, as I looked around the room, if you took away the performers, it reminded me of the rut scenes from Lisa Ladew’s One True Mate series. Yes, I read smutty shifter romance. Blame Uncle Alex! He’s the one who reads those books, even before he knew Aurelia was a werewolf. I picked them up because it is entertaining to see all the various takes on the reality we live in as humans in the supernatural world. We have a shifter smut book club. Uncle Alex started it, and it expanded over the years. Even members from the Sicilian packs are involved, like Zoe and André.

The once playful expressions of the demons changed to a serious one. "From the looks of it...the past is calling for you isn't it? The books you were looking at a while ago were all about flowers and plants. Once we think you're ready we'll help you out." Futurio grabbed a book from the shelf. It was old, torn and tattered the paper was browning out. "You were looking at books with shiny and new covers. You won't get anything in them it's better to check older books." She didn't expect the brothers to give her a hint about the books. They were right, since the war happened years ago the information about them must have been buried by now.

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

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.

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

She stroked my throbbing cock with deliberate slowness, her soft palm gliding up and down the shaft while her thumb circled the swollen cap, smearing the thick beads of precum that leaked from the slit. I bit down on my lip to stifle a guttural groan, fuck her touch was worlds apart from Jenna's hesitant fumbling. This was pure expertise, decades of knowing exactly how to unravel a man with every twist and squeeze, her fingers curling just right to hit that sensitive spot under the ridge.