Novel & Cerita Hockey Smut Books

Meph curves his lips into a tamed, harmless smile-- The audience could be really useful to him. The more they were riled up, the better actually. He felt like he was back in his bedroom, no longer a “hero” in the Tiral, but that top streamer again, manipulating emotions for big, easy money. Just like now. The vicious cursing finally slowed down, and some other tone appeared here and there. HDzwZvx: [You are so cool, pretty boy. I like you in the little red hoodie!]

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“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.

❦ Rosalind ❦ One minute you have a clear-cut path ahead of you. Plans made, all i’s dotted and t’s crossed. Then you make the mistake of mounting a thick-cocked criminal with a hard-on for your hotel. Then he fucks your brains out and now your organs slosh around after being pulverized by his veined, pink-tipped cock. I pressed myself closer to his naked chest and sniffed him as covertly as possible. I almost sighed.

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he got a glimpse of my spicy romance book, Lethal Vows by T.L Smith. "I.." I flushed deep red in embarrassment. What an asshole! It wasn't my fault that I loved reading smutty erotic books. Everyone had their own guilty pleasures and I won't be ashamed of mine. "I was just teasing you, my sister is a die hard fan of romance books. Are you a teacher?" He straightened helping me up. "Umm no. Why do you ask?" I frowned. Did I look like a teacher? I was dressed casually. "The combination of the books." He pointed out.

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]