Hot Romantic Books Novels & Stories

¨ he whispered dangerously close to her face and turned and walked out after releasing her hand, leaving her behind completely flustered, hot and bothered! Later that evening around six Jessica was getting ready for her dinner with her dad and Nick. She managed to be on time since she had spent more time in the library than she initially had planned but she did not plan on bumping into Mr Hot as hell, Morero who gave her hormones a run for it!! When he had left her she found a quiet place and started to browse though those books he had given her but she couldn't focus! all because of him! She only knows him a couple of weeks, maybe a bit longer than a month or so and she already likes this f

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

His gaze darkened, and I imagine all the heroines in the books I've read felt exactly the way I did currently— as if my stomach was crammed with a handful of butterflies. "And what exactly would we do there?" He asked, taking a step closer. The throbbing in my pussy grew intense as his scent teased my nose and got permanently etched in my brain. My nipples poked against the frail shirt I had on, pushing and begging for his attention. "Study?" I replied, folding my hands beneath my boobs, pushing them up. "I've been into Pythagoras theorem lately. I want to learn all about Sin... and Cosins, Or you know, you could fuck me?"

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.

“I knew you’d look so fucking good taking Daddy’s cock.” Mr. Collins started moving again, with slow and delibrate, deep rolls of his hips that made his thick cock hit every sensitive inch inside me. The wet, sound of my pussy sucking him in and out filled the shower. Ria’s fingers pinched and rolled my nipples while she kissed and sucked on my neck, leaving little marks.

Her luscious lips parted in a silent gasp as she pleasured herself with the pulsing water. Steve's hand slid inside his shorts, jerking his hard on, hardly able to believe what he was watching. His chest heaved with shaky breaths as he watched lovely Cassie's hips pumping as she leaned back against her car, her fingers having joined the water from the hose as she masturbated. He felt his cock twitching, knowing he was about to cum as she bit her lip and her hips surged forward, a small cry escaping from her throat as her body tensed, her face a mask of ecstasy. Steve cried out unabashedly as his own orgasm flooded his senses, his cum shooting against the inside of his shorts.

But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise. “Yes,” Mitch said in a rough voice. “Say you want us, sister.” I should have pushed them all away. I should have run back upstairs. But the heat in their eyes, the way their bodies boxed me in, and the thick, syrupy tension in the air melted my resistance. And I was so aroused. I could already feel myself growing wet. Hans's hand slid from my arm, over my shoulder, until his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled gently, angling my head back, and said, “Say it, Yassy.”

“You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you against. Believe me. You already get a ten from me. I’m enjoying this because it’s you. I like t

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Her apartment was above the bookstore—small, cluttered with books and vinyl, a single window overlooking the quiet street. The second the door clicked shut behind us, the tension snapped. I pushed her against it, gentle but firm. Her back hit wood. My mouth found hers—deep, slow, like we had all the time in the world now. She tasted like beer and summer and the promise of something that didn’t end at dawn. Her hands were everywhere—under my shirt, nails raking down my back, tugging at my belt. I groaned into her mouth when she palmed me through my jeans, already hard and aching.