Horny Books Novels & Stories

We both were getting horny watching the p**n. He found one that had like ten minutes of massive black cocks shooting loads onto white babes faces and into their mouths. I said I loved that kind of stuff, huge cocks and facials. He said "Yeah I hear you. I wish we had some babes here for some relief." I nodded and agreed. I said "Well there's always your hand." Chris laughed and said "I guess so." We kept scrolling through p**n and now were fondling our packages. I don't know how I got the nerve, or the stupidity maybe, but it was likely the weed. I blurted out "You don't have to use your hand. You just can't tell anyone." Chris looked at me like WTF and mustered only a soft "What??"

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Cool air kissed her slick folds before his palm covered her, two thick fingers sliding through her wetness. Elara cried out, hips jerking. “Please—” He sank one finger inside her, then two, stretching her. The lycan king’s touch was relentless, curling, stroking that secret spot that made stars burst behind her eyelids. His thumb found her swollen clit and circled with devastating precision. She was soaked, the obscene sound of his fingers pumping into her filling the chamber alongside her broken whimpers. Thorne dropped to his knees before the table, a king on his knees for a maid. He hooked her legs over his powerful shoulders and buried his face between her thighs.

My heart hammered against my ribs. The order was degrading, obscene. And it set a fire in my belly. I leaned forward, closing the distance. The first touch of my tongue to the cool, wet wood was salt and bitterness and him. I moaned, the sound involuntary, vibrating against the desk. I licked a slow, deliberate stripe through the spill, gathering it into my mouth. The act was so submissive, so filthy, that it coiled heat low in my core. I could feel Jonathan’s seed trickling from inside me, a parallel intimacy.

And lastly, Dr Smith Crowe; my former college professor, the man I shamelessly flirted with and then ghosted, sat there with that calm, authoritative stare that still made my stomach clench and my clit throb. Fuck. These men didn’t bother hiding that they were filthy animals. And the worst part? I didn’t care. I loved it. In the real world I’ve always felt like a six, maybe a seven on a good hair and makeup day. Average height, decent curves, nothing that usually stops traffic. But here? With these seven powerful men staring at me like I’m the only meal they’ve craved in years, I feel like a goddamn ten. Their raw hunger makes me confident. Bold. And so fucking horny I can barely think strai

I shoved Haiden's arm off me and scrambled to sit up, sheets clutched to my chest. My pussy was sore in the best way, swollen and tender from how hard he had fucked me, and the movement made more of his come slide out, warm and thick down my inner thigh. I bit my lip to stop a groan. Haiden finally moved, eyes cracking open, that lazy cocky grin already forming when he saw the panic on my face. He stretched, not bothering to cover himself, cock standing straight up against his stomach, shiny at the tip again. "Relax," he mouthed, voice barely a whisper, but his hand was already sliding between my legs from behind, fingers finding my wet slit like they owned it.

The constant stimulation kept me on the edge without release. By the time Ava shuddered through her climax I was shaking. My body hovered on the brink. Every touch sent me higher. Sophia pressed the vibrator firmer, Lily fingered me deeper, while Ava stroked my hair. "Please." I begged softly. My voice broken with need. "I need to cum. Please let me. I'm so… I'm so horny. Pleaseeeee” "Aww, hear the sound of her sweet voice as she begs. Emma honey, you are so sweet." Lily cooed. "But good girls wait their turn. We each get to enjoy that talented mouth properly before you cum. Understand?"

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

WARNING: 18+ ONLY!! Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit…. This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun!