Novel & Cerita Horny Books

I felt my knees go weaker and I had to hold the bed frame for support. “What are you doing?” I finally found my voice. “What does it look like?” He asked, twirling his finger around the tip of his cock. My mouth stayed agape, staring at him. My pussy reacted and I could feel my nipples getting harder. “You're __” “Horny.” He completed and got out of bed. His eyes danced with a mischievous smile. I knew he was up to no good. “What are you doing?” I asked and he walked over to his drawer. In no time,he slid the panties slowly into the drawer before turning to face me.

That book is something else. Ohh lest I forget, I went back to drop the book and get another one’s. This time around, I focused on billionaire romance. I read one there, it made me so horny. I had to masturbate to it but I made sure to check for cameras; hidden one's especially. I borrowed twenty of them and ran to my room just like the other times. I am on the 6th book now titled A NOT SO CUTE MEET. The author is good.

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

This was the Church guiding me back to purity. But the way he’d touched me—slow, deliberate, knowing exactly where the ache lived—didn’t feel like punishment. It felt like he was feeding it. Like he wanted me to burn. Was he sinning with me? Or was I the only one falling? The thought wouldn’t leave me alone. After an hour of tossing and turning, my skin was flushed and sticky with sweat. The horniness had turned into something frantic, almost angry. I couldn’t lie there anymore. I needed to wash it off.

When he rolled off me he laughed and said, "That was okay, right? Not every girl makes a big deal out of her first time." I hated how wet that memory still made me. I should have felt angry, used, worthless. Instead my pussy kept throbbing, begging for something more. Something real. Something that would break me and put me back together. That was why I started searching online late at night. BDSM. Domination. Submission. The words alone made my nipples hard. I read stories about girls who got tied up, spanked until they cried, then fucked so deep they screamed. Men who knew how to take control. Men who made you feel like their favorite toy and their most precious slut at the same time. I wa

"Plus, I can feel you pulsing for me. You want me to fuck you, don't you? You want my big, long cock inside you." "Yes! Please!" I begged, my hips bucking instinctively against his mouth. "I'm so horny, Preston. Please, don't stop." He ignored my pleas for his cock and kept his mouth focused on my cunt. He slid two thick fingers inside me, stretching me wide, while his tongue continued to punish my clit. I was a mess, my juices running down his chin, my back arching until I was almost standing in the chair. The friction was too much.

I whispered as my p***y sent pulse after pulse to my brain. ‎Every flick of his tongue seemed to spark the electric feeling. All my nerves were centered at the one spot. I felt him enter me with one finger, drawing it out then pushing back in. In and out, in and out, until I was a groaning, writhing mess. Then it was two fingers f*****g my p***y as his mouth continued to treat my clit. ‎

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

She was about to run out of breath as she looked at his suddenly approaching handsome face. She took a step back, with the glass window behind her, there was nowhere to retreat. "These books aren't mine!" She defended. "And whose are they?" "I don't know..." Jeff opened one of the books, only to see men and women naked and folded over each other. Every part of their bodies could be seen. Especially the man's penis, the picture was very harsh. "Don't you like that too?" "Yes, I just like it. What's wrong?" Kourtney decided to answer honestly.