Hot Girls Read Books นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My AirPods were blasting dark, sensual music as I read one of my dirtiest books. I couldn’t stay quiet. “Fuck…” I moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my god, yes…” Two of my fingers slid inside me as I kept rubbing my swollen clit with my other hand. “Mmm… please… fuck me harder,” I whimpered reading out what the female lead said in the book, eyes fluttering shut. My hips were grinding against my hand desperately. “Yes… just like that… I’m such a dirty little slut…”

Chapter 2 Back in my room, I lay down on my bed and pulled my laptop onto my knees. It wasn't going to be very often that I would have the room to myself since my roommate would have to be arriving in the next day or two so I did what any horny, teenage guy would do, I opened my favorite p**n site. I loved seeing those big boobed gals getting fucked. A video started to play on my screen. It was an older lady bent over on a bed while a guy thrust into her from behind. I started at those massive titties as they swung free.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

Kayla's Pov Days has gone by into weeks and I've gotten pretty used to Reid and Blake and even Tess. I've gotten used to lying about where I'm going to my parents. I've gotten used to staying out late for the so-called sake of church. I've become an expert in threesome and giving blowjob and the both guys can't ever get enough of me. Yesterday was a party hosted by Reid and it was more than fun filled. It had more than bisexual girls than guys though but I loved it anyway.

Still clinging to the illusion that life was black and white, that desire could be filed away like paper in a drawer. Back in New Orleans, I was the girl people barely noticed. A bookworm with oversized glasses, more familiar with fictional romances than real ones. I hadn’t even kissed anyone properly, let alone... anything more. I thought sex was messy, uncomfortable, something to avoid. The thought of giving myself to someone... I mean, letting a guy inside me used to make my stomach twist, but not in a good way. And then I met Damian Holt. He was magnetic. Impossible to look away from. Tall, devastatingly handsome, with dark blue eyes that could burn straight through your soul. One glance

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

Black slacks, bright blue button up shirt and matching heels showed off her slim figure. “No, ma’am. There’s several teachers in my family and I’ve already read these books.” Dean admitted. She did not want to admit that the majority of the teachers in her family were college professors. And she certainly did not want to admit that the deal with Cheryl, Nicole and Jennifer was that for every ‘classic’ that she read, they would provide her with a ‘smut’ book to read. Especially since the current themes that they had been reading were omega-verse and why choose/reverse harems. But seriously, what woman would give up having three or four men pamper her and please her?

When she was 13, she asked her mother for a library. Her mother had that study room built for her because she wanted to see her read. But when Jewel became bored with those monotonous and uncreative articles, she turned to Tagalog Romance Pocketbooks. Until she read a novel by Ara. It's a sexy romance with numerous explicit bed scenes. That's where her interest in erotica began. Gabbi's claim that she became an erotica addict may be true. But her reasoning is that 'it's okay to read as long as her fantasies stay in the fictional world.'

So, I decided to give it a go now that I was in a dire urge to get some coffee in my hand. It was a comfortable shop that looked small on the outside with a small entrance but the inside was huge with a whole section like a library but at the front, there was a small café; it gave off dark academic vibes and was practically the aesthetic on P*******t. I ordered a café latte and took it hot and for takeaway as I walked to the bookshelf. I automatically found myself running to the romance collection. She included one of my favorite book series of all time. THE OFF-CAMPUS SERIES BY ELLE KENNEDY! A literal smile had glowed upon my face. Garett and Hannah were hands down by far my favorite couple