Intense Smut Novels & Stories

“Mmm… that was intense. Look at the mess I made.” Not done yet—I want more for you. Panting, I pull out the toy, licking my squirt off it. “Tastes like victory, sweet and salty.” I finger myself lazily, spreading the wetness. “One more round? For my fans.” Grabbing a smaller bullet vibe, I press it directly to my sensitive clit. “Buzz… ahh! Still so tender.” Circles again, moans softer now, building sweetly. “Mmm… yes, baby… tease it.” I insert two fingers, curling them inside while vibing. “Ohhh… finger fuck myself… unhh!” It’s intimate, real sweat, real flushes. “Feel that? My walls are pulsing.”

A Climactic Encounter. Exploring the depths of pleasure and connection in a moment of intense passion. . A smirk formed on Frank’s lips as he turned towards me, catching me staring. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, but I couldn't deny the desire that burnt within me. I desired to touch him, to feel his wonderful cock beneath my fingertips. I knew I had to act on it before the moment slipped away. Embracing my boldness, I closed the distance between us, ready to fulfil the fantasy that had taken root in my mind.

He intensified his attacks and before I could reply, he slipped his fingers inside me. "Oh god," I was still sore from Christian's attack earlier, and when SM started fingering me. I was left breathless. "Don't hold back, let yourself feel this… moan for me, little one" he murmured hastily as he added another finger. While rubbing his thumb on her clit, the intensity was unbearable. Multiple eruptions occurred in her brain and she found herself rocking her hips upwards. Trying to get more of him. She could feel her body getting drenched in cold liquid. Her throat turned to dry, her eyes closed shut, and she could taste an orgasm at the tip of her tongue

We stayed in that position looking at each other with such intensity and for that moment it felt beautiful, it felt special, it felt unique, like some connections we had between each other and it was just enough to make me fall over for him. We state at each other for a little while, when he lifted my right leg without breaking contact, as he kissed my legs once more still staring at me, as he took a deep breath and slowly slide himself into me and it took everything I had in me not to scream out loud due to his length. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as I stare at us, at him having himself buried deep inside of me and it was the hottest sight that was displayed in front of my eyes t

DANGEROUS ADDICTION: SEX, LOVE AND SCADAL "Everything I hate...Yet Crave." A COLLECTION OF STEAMY SEXUAL FANTASIES. This story contains smut, therefore caution advised if you are underaged, please do not read or if you would feel uncomfortable with extremely explicit sexual contents. Stay away if you are not a fan of self gratification, taboos and non-committal relationships. If you feel like you can read on then be my adorable guest on a highly steamy and pleasurable journey that will leave you so high, horny and sexually active only at reading. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK OF HORNINESS

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

I said calmly ignoring the fury bursting in me. She screamed like banshee wrapping her arms around Bruce's waist and I internally fumed. "Bruce, take me away from here, please please." She begged. "Um..ok." Bruce said simply and took her away but I didn't miss the sinister smirk she passed me. I picked up the place and went to the kitchen, fuming as I carried on with the making of the breakfast. She fucking ruined my intimate moment with Bruce just because she saw an ant! That was even non existent!

“What matters is that I’ve been observing your 'situation' for some time." Situation? "I know your marriage to Brutus has become… unsatisfactory. Particularly in the intimate aspects.” My gut twisted. A cold flush spread across my chest. “Excuse me?” He continued as if I hadn’t spoken, his tone formal, almost clinical, like a surgeon explaining a delicate procedure. “I am aware that last night, as on many previous occasions, you were forced to simulate climax during intercourse. Brutus’s performance leaves you physically unfulfilled and emotionally disconnected. You fake your pleasure to preserve his ego, but the frustration has been building inside you for years. You crave more than routine