Hot Sexy Books Novels & Stories

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

Santa smirked, “I don't think that'd be enough for you. Tell me everything you want and I’ll have it fulfilled.” My heart pounded from excitement as I moved closer to the handsome Santa, falling on my knees before looking up at him while wetting my red lips, sucking his fingers into my mouth in the process. “I want you to touch me. Caress my whole being, make my sexual fantasy come true. Kiss me, tie me, spank me, tell me the flirtiest words, and fuck me through the holidays until I smell of my “Lusty Holidays”. I moaned and he laughed.

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

I kept picturing him—his shirt gone, the sharp cut of his abs, the strength in his chest. A slow heat unfurled inside me, curling low in my stomach until my heartbeat quickened. Restless, I reached for my phone and, almost without thinking, opened the site Hannah had once teased me about. It was a p**n site. I slipped the pillow over the screen, creating a private little shield, and pressed play. The lady in the video spread her legs and began to rub her clit after lubricating her finger with saliva. I was so horny, my own hand slipped beneath my robe until my fingers found my already wet clit and I began to rub it.

Sloane reached up, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that tasted like a war. It wasn't romantic; it was a collision of two people who wanted to consume each other. Julian groaned into her mouth, his tongue invading her space with a dominance that mirrored his business tactics. He wanted every part of her, and he wanted it now. His hands slid down her body, gripping her hips and hoisting her up onto the desk, scattering the remaining papers like confetti. He didn't waste time with gentleness, his fingers diving under her skirt and finding her already soaking wet.

“I want to watch these perfect tits bounce while I fuck my stepmom’s pussy.” The dirty words ignited me. I reached down, guiding his thick cockhead to my entrance. I was so wet it slipped right against my opening, stretching me just a little. With a deep breath, I sank down. Inch by thick inch, he filled me—stretching my neglected walls in the most delicious burn. “Ohhh fuck, Alex!” I moaned loudly, not caring if the thin hotel walls heard. “You’re so big, baby. Splitting Mommy open.”

Elena pulled me back up into a deep, hungry kiss. Our tongues danced together, wet and eager. I loved how she tasted...sweet and a little desperate for more...Her hands roamed over my breasts, squeezing them while I did the same to hers. We were both breathing hard, moaning softly into each other’s mouths. She broke the kiss just enough to whisper against my lips, “I want to feel you… all of you.” Elena gently pushed me onto my back and positioned herself between my legs. She lifted one of my legs and hooked it over her hip, then pressed her wet pussy against mine. The moment our slick, heated pussy folds touched, I gasped loudly.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

he whispered. The praise made her melt. She craved it. She needed it. She studied harder. Faster. Her brain caught fire with every problem, every passage, every answer. And when she aced an entire section without slipping once, Julian pushed her books aside and lifted her onto the desk. “You’ve earned indulgence,” he murmured, his voice low and dark. His mouth claimed hers, hot and demanding, his hands roaming her body, gripping, exploring, owning. She gasped against him as he trailed kisses down her chest, his tongue circling her nipple before he sucked it into his mouth, making her arch.

Anything. Aaron’s hands were everywhere, rough and insistent. He gripped her waist, lifting her effortlessly onto the kitchen counter, the cool granite biting into her bare thighs as her short dress hiked up dangerously high. The pink lace thong was exposed again, damp from her earlier masturbation and the dream’s lingering heat. He stepped between her legs, forcing them apart with his hips, and she felt it—the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core through his jeans. “Aaron… we can’t,” she gasped, breaking the kiss, her voice a shaky whisper. But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more friction.