Hotter Reading Novels & Stories

I groan as we walk together to find Malison. “You mean your hot cousin?". Yeah, Gabby had a thing for my cousin. Infact, she wasn't the only one who had a thing for him. I mean, he is so hot, and undeniably, I might have a thing for him too. “He is not so hot". I sigh. Pftttttttttt, what a big lie! He is literally the hottest guy I've ever set eyes on. “Whatever miss four eyes". She retorted.

"Chad requested the weekend off, so the schedule is going to be a complete mess anyway." "You are a lifesaver, Emberly," Nina smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. "Did you manage to finish the reading for today?" Right in the middle of her sentence, a violent, unnatural heat spiked directly into my bloodstream. My skin flushed burning hot, starting at my neck and rapidly spreading across my entire chest. The oversized gray hoodie suddenly felt like a suffocating layer of thick wool. I yanked the collar away from my throat, gasping for a shallow breath.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

Ellie gasped in desire and bit back a moan instantaneously. He let go of her neck. "And you're so hot... like, literally." Oliver was alluding to her scalding sex. He could feel the heat even with a soggy tampon clogging her to its best ability. "I'm so hot for you, Oliver." She couldn't smother her next moan, placing her hands on his biceps and squeezing tightly. "You don't even know how much."

They settled onto the plush sofa facing the fire, the cushions yielding under their weight, close enough that their knees nearly touched. The drink warmed her from within as she sipped, the burn spreading through her chest, loosening the knots of the day's wreckage. Conversation flowed in murmurs—fragments of shared disdain for Thorne's deceit, laced with tentative admissions of their own guarded hearts. Riven's hand rested on the cushion between them, inches from her thigh, the proximity building a quiet pressure. Liora's thoughts drifted to the car, to the kiss that had cracked open something raw and real within her. Here, in this firelit sanctuary, that pull intensified, drawing her gaze

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

Her right hand reached out to touch Edward's forehead, trying to make sure of his body temperature. "But your body is clearly warm." Edward pushed Chloe's hand away from his forehead. "I've already told you, I'm fine." Chloe shook her head. "No... no... you need to take a fever-reducing medicine. I'm sure your body temperature is high." She then reached for the thermometer, which was available in the nightstand, and used it to check her husband's body temperature. "39.5 degrees. You do have a fever, Ed," Chloe pointed out. She got up and walked decisively towards the dressing table. She opened a drawer and took out a tablet to give to Edward.

It only cared about getting filled. Viktor watched me all day. He did not touch me. He let the heat get worse, his eyes were dark and hungry. I saw the bulge in his pants grow bigger as the hours passed, his rut was coming too. I could smell it on him. Strong and thick, it made my heat spike harder. By evening I was shaking on the bed. Sweat covered my skin, my pussy throbbed so hard it hurt. I pressed my thighs together but it only made me ache more. I moaned softly into the pillow.

She seemed to enjoy the game, her flirtatious smile sparking a boldness in me. I grabbed her chin firmly and brought her closer. "You really like to play, don't you? Even here?" She just smiled, unfazed, leaning into my touch. "Isn't that what makes it fun?" she whispered, her expression a mix of pain and pleasure as I held her tightly. The narrow stall heightened every sensation as we pressed close, lost in the heat.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.