Historical Romance Erotica Novels & Stories

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Clothing stayed partially on, her gown bunched around her waist, breasts exposed to his hungry mouth, his suit still mostly buttoned except for the growing wet spot her pussy had left on his lap. Amara leaned down and kissed him hard, tongues sliding together as she kept rolling her hips. Roman’s fingers returned to her pussy, stroking her through the ruined lace, circling her clit with just enough pressure to keep her trembling on the edge. They stayed like that for the rest of the ride; grinding, touching, whispering filthy promises, mouths on necks and breasts, hands exploring but never fully giving in.

I whimpered, my body writhing under his touch, my pleasure building to a crescendo. His tongue swirled around my nipple, sending electric sparks through my body. I could feel the wetness between my legs, they ache for more of his touch. Damien's hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I reached down, tangling my fingers in his hair, urging him to take more. He complied, his mouth moving to my other breast, his tongue and teeth working in sync to drive me wild. I moaned his name, my body trembling with need.

I could already feel my balls tightening, but I fought it, focusing on her pleasure like she taught me. “Fuck… you’re doing so good for your first time,” she gasped between kisses, nails lightly dragging down my back. “Keep going. Fill this pussy. Make me cum on your cock next.” I kept thrusting into Elara in steady, deep strokes, her silky walls gripping me perfectly. But something inside me snapped. All the weeks—no, months—of celibacy, the frustration, the games… they ignited at once. My hips suddenly snapped forward, harder, faster, pounding into her with long, powerful strokes that made the chaise creak beneath us.

His mouth was very close to my ear and his breath tickled my senses as he groaned in pleasure. As much as I tried to, I was unable to stop myself and my body spasmed as I hit orgasm, cumming uncontrollably. His orgasm came a few seconds after then his body went slack over me and he rolled to the side. Both of us were surprised when Asper came over and demanded another round with me. Aiden tried to provide an excuse for me but he was forced to allow it when Asper started taunting him about having feelings for me. Asper was rough as usual but I was almost spent and I didn't last long before I came for a third time. The both of them did Cassidy afterwards while I watched and I enjoyed hearing h

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

He waited through every tremor, every aftershock, letting her ride it out until the last flutter faded. Then slowly, he urged her legs to wrap around his hips. And began to move. Leisurely, he moved. Sensual. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged every inch of him along her sensitive walls. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, her sweat, arousal, and the faint trace of lavender shampoo from last night’s bath “Fuck, Charlotte… so hot… so tight… so wet…”

The chat went wild, replaying that line: ‘Are you completely insane? Okay, I was out of tricks. I’m just a flimsy, pitiful, helpless erotica heroine. No sudden superhuman survival skills kicking in at the eleventh hour. I threw up my hands. No point fighting it anymore. “You don’t believe me? Fine. Ask him yourself later. Let’s see…” I pretended to think. “Why don’t you start with… ‘Did she kiss you yesterday?’ How about that?” Right then, the system chimed in again.

he whispered, his hands sliding under my skirt. He didn't waste time with a gentle touch. He ripped my lace panties aside, his fingers finding me instantly. I was already soaked, a glistening mess of want that he greeted with a dark laugh. He slid two fingers deep inside me, his thumb circling my clit with a sweet, relentless pressure. "Oh, Elena... you're a goddamn fountain," he breathed, his head dipping to find the sensitive spot on my neck.

Elena’s voice was a soft, breathy whisper. "I want you to throw me against the wall," she whispered. "I want you to rip that red thong off my body. I want to feel your hands everywhere. I want you to lick my pussy until I’m screaming your name so loud the neighbors hear. And then, I want you to fuck me until I can't stand up. I want to be your toy, Dante." Dante’s breath hitched. He felt like his heart was going to explode. The erotica of her words was too much. He couldn't sit in his office anymore. He was a man of action, and his wife had just issued a challenge.