Intense Smut Novels & Stories

“Is he being inappropriate? Because I swear to God, if he’s doing anything..” “No!” I cut in quickly, my eyes wide, almost pleading. “No, it’s not like that. He’s just… intense.” The word felt like an understatement, a massive deception. Intense didn’t cover it. Intense didn't explain the way my blood hummed, the way my skin felt too tight, the constant, suffocating awareness. “Intense,” Mariana echoed, raising a brow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “You mean hot?”

I've fucked many women throughout my life, but I had just realized that with Sky it was different. When had I ever recovered so quickly? I practically pulled my cock out, and it was already hard again from watching it twitch around my fingers. In the bathroom, she leaned in the mirror, looking at her lip. I stood behind her and spanked her ass, placing myself between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled as her tongue licked her full lips. I slowly sank back into her, her walls enveloping my entire intimacy, and God, when I saw her smile in the mirror, I nearly killed her.

Everyone will smell me on you, know who owns this sweet little fuckhole. *Lost to the haze of overwhelming pleasure, I surrender myself completely to your dominant claiming. Each savage thrust rocks my entire body, stoking the inferno building in my core. I can feel every thick, pulsing inch of you rearranging my insides, reshaping my most intimate places to mold perfectly to your shape.* Yes, yes, YES! *I keen brokenly, my cunt clenching like a fist around your plundering cock.* Own me, ruin me, mark me inside and out! Want everyone to know I'm your dirty little cock sleeve!

His stare is dark, burning with an intensity that makes my breath catch. “Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you’re a dirty little slut who wants to be fucked hard.” Humiliation floods my cheeks, but it only fuels the fire burning within me. “I-I’m a dirty little slut who wants…wants to be fucked hard,” I stammer, my voice breaking under the weight of my arousal. He smirks, his expression wicked and triumphant. Without warning, his hand comes down sharply against my ass. The sting is sharp, startling a yelp from my lips, but it quickly melts into a moan.

“Fuck the sin into me. I want your cum leaking out of me during Mass tomorrow.” He snarled and leaned down, biting my nipple through the lace bra before ripping it off completely. His mouth latched onto my tit, sucking hard while he railed me. One hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. “Look at the cross,” he growled again, hips snapping faster. “See what I’m sacrificing for this pussy.” I stared up at the crucifix, moaning louder as he destroyed me. The taboo of it—the sacrilege—made everything more intense. My pussy clenched around his cock, milking him.

It’s then that both go completely rigid, staring at one another. For Christy Samuels, it was solely out of fear as she stares at the intruder and the remaining air leaves her lungs. The smell of cigar smoke fills her lungs alongside vanilla and cedarwood of sorts. She can’t look away even if she wants to; his appearance is magnetizing like all the dark romance books she has read an unhealthy amount of. He certainly lives up to the fantasy; because he’s the most breathtaking man on this planet.

He didn't know how he did it, but he did, cumming like crazy in her tight, waiting ass. "Oh my God, gorgeous! Oh my God!" he groaned out, amazed at the virility he had, thanks to this dirty slut. Two bodies, lost in lust, skin against skin, sweat mixing, traveling to a new high of bliss together. An intimate experience that these two were sharing. An experience no other woman would ever be able to bring him. Only a slut like Faith could. And that slut was now cumming and in bliss, as was he while emptying his heavy sack into her ass.

A deep possession was carved into his features, as well as a dangerous glint I was just desperate to explore. "You ready to take my cum, bitch?" Rafe pulled me up to my knees, giving Mr perfect a perfect view of my body. "I'm going to send you home with my cum dripping down your legs." The dirty words only heightened my arousal, and my body produced more slick at once than it had in the past weeks when I'd fingered myself silly imagining an Alpha's cock inside my cunt. He continued to fuck me, reaching around to grope my tits while Chris appeared again.

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Intimate. His hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit. Rubbing in time with his hips. "Come again for me. Squeeze this cock like the good girl you are." Pressure built fast. His dirty talk pushed me higher: "Lila has no idea her sweet best friend is such a slut for my dick. Moaning under me, begging to be fucked." The taboo words tipped me over. Second orgasm ripped through — tighter, hotter. Walls fluttering around him, milking.