Novel & Cerita Hot Gay Romance Books

A dark, erotic, romance novel. The goal was to stop thinking about Alexander, but only ten minutes into the book and I'm already imagining his hands all over me. I'm already imagining him bending me over the fucking window of my room and filling me up ruthlessly until all I can remember is the sound of his name on my lips.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

But the truth is simple in a way most people wouldn’t understand. I have a dangerously high libido and I’m NEVER sexually satisfied. And because of that, every relationship I’ve had seems to end the same way. The first one called me “too intense.” He said I made him feel like he was always trying to keep up with something he couldn’t understand. We lasted two weeks after having a threesome with his crazy elder brothers. Even then, it felt like I’d just started. They didn’t satisfy me at all—sexually or otherwise. I barely even came.

I said "Cool, see you tomorrow then." He said "Okay bye." I end the call "What a cheap woman." Suddenly Christian's voice behind me. I'm backing him. "Thanks." I said coldly "I can't believe you flirt with everyguy." He said bitterly "Yeah, I do. I'm desperate of love." I turned to see him. His eyes are dangerous "You treat them the same as you treat me, wow. You're tired of me because I'm immune to you?" He asked and I walked and stand in front of him.

she orders with a whisper and moves even closer. Why is it so hot in here? I should shut up but…Kandy says I should speak…I will speak. “Everytime when I get hard…a-and when I touch myself, I say your name and I can’t stop” I say with a broken moan before I can stop myself and Kandy looks pleased as she leans into my space. She smells like sex and sin. “Kandy, baby…” I say her name, with my voice straining and we move closer, breathing hard and heavy, fueled by our dark confessions of lust.

"I need the sexiest romance book you've got—full-on penetration and the dirtiest sex ever." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'My naughty CEO boss and his enormous cock,' and it's everything you're searching for, my friend." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other dirty novels to keep me up all night while masturbating. These books will surely keep me from trying to straddle Hayden.

All my swollen, throbbing flesh welcomes the almost-pain of it. He fucks me deep and slow and hard, and I hang on, pinned down, aflame. He licks the sweat from my face, bends his mouth to my nipple and grinds my clit with his thumb. The chill is forgotten. I am a hot thing, one that lights for him. He glides in and out of me, pants his desire into my ear. His tongue swipes at the seashell whorls there, hot breath pushing into me, raising torrid shivers on my neck. It’s the trigger. My cunt clenches around his length, pelvis spasming against him, the sensation so strong part of me tries to escape. But his hips pin me still, his cock wrings every last tremor from me. And then his teeth find my

I glared at the man I thought I loved, my chest heaving. “I’m done,” I said coldly, turning on my heel. “Enjoy your secretary or whoever the fuck she is.” I stormed out, slamming the door behind me. My hands shook as I jabbed the elevator button. Tears spilled down my cheeks, but beneath the heartbreak, a different fire burned hotter than ever. The image of Daniel’s cock pounding into her was seared into my mind. My pussy was soaked, aching worse than it had all week. Fuck him. If he could get his dick wet, so could I.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

My nipples were hard against my shirt, and I felt that heat building between my legs, imagining his hands on me, pushing me back against the fridge, sliding inside me rough and fast. But then he opened his mouth. "Done staring?" he said, his voice low and cocky, those hands grabbing my waist hard, pulling me right up against him. Our bodies pressed together, his breath hot on my face, lips so close I could almost taste them. I gasped, my heart pounding, and pulled back a little, trying to play it off. Damn, he was hot, but I wasn't going to let him know that. Not after the day I'd had, with Alex's betrayal still burning in my chest.