Intense Smut Novels & Stories

he rasped, hands gripping my waist to guide the ride, his cock throbbing under the pressure. Tension snapped fully; he yanked my shorts down again, freeing himself to slide raw between my cheeks, rubbing desperate along my slick pussy. I rode back harder, ass enveloping him, showing the girth, stretching the space, making me ache deeper. "Your pussy's begging... unlock it," he growled, one hand under my tank, grasping my breast rough, jiggling it as I ground. Intimacy raw, breaths mingling hot, the bathroom echoing soft moans.

"The taboo has never been so delicious, and I want more... always more." "And I... can't resist you..." Dirly replied, her voice hoarse, dirty with desire, her fingers still gripping him. "Every touch, every moan... it addicts me... consumes me..." The heat persisted, the sweat streamed, their bodies still glued together, but desire was already pulsing anew, signaling that this was just another episode of the intense, dirty, and forbidden surrender that would only deepen with every touch, every position, every provocation, and every risk.

his breath was heavier “Like a slut” I felt myself get wetter as green eyes finished the words for him. They seem to notice the impact of that title on me, because the next instant Brown hair was right in my face. “Are you a slut?” I parted my lips yet the only sound that escaped were soft breaths. He nudged me, “Say it…” “I…” My chest was thumping hard, blood racing yet I couldn’t speak…maybe from excitement. Brown smirked, “Of course you’re a slut. Only a slut would agree to be locked up in a room with strange men, begging to me fucked senseless.”

' He calls, a mocking tone evident and my body bristles with anger. 'Just stop! Okay! It’s vomit inducing. Stop with the smut and innuendos and cringe worthy flirting. This is serious, Dante! If you can hold off being a sexual predator for all of five minutes then I might be able to tolerate you until we get through this.' I turn on him abruptly, my sudden implosive rotation sends pictures flying from the walls around us because of my inability to cage it when this riled. Dante looks around as things flutter to the ground like leaves in the autumn wind, with an amused eyebrow raise.

I laughed lightly making her smile *** Why am I feeling these tickles anytime I see her? How does she make me feel so calm? I’ve been having these emotions since I met her at the bar, who is she to have these effects on my body? Why is her smile so mesmerizing and soothing? I had lots of questions and I’m too busy and not interested in falling with love so I rather not get answers to me. “Morning Dana” I said casually hiding everything I feel for her “Morning to you too” she said with a vague smile

he murmured against her skin and continued to massage her private area by now sia had lost it as she argued her hips feeling herself getting over the edge, but she wasn't reaching that leak, he was deliberately making her suffer with need "He's a savage...with a dirty mind"she managed to shout out the words and Emiliano chuckled sarcastically and slipped one finger in her already wet entrance, sia gasped as she parted her legs to give him more access. She felt exposed, just like the first time they made love. He was rough and gentle and whispered dirty words to get her in the mood despite his intoxicated state he was in "A bit possessive, sexy with words that would cause one to melt like but

Feeling particularly nosey, I pulled one of the books down and looked it over. It had an olive green-colored cover with gold and black depictions drawn all over it. The edges of the pages were bright red and worn, so I knew it was a book that had been thumbed through frequently. I turned it over to look at the title and snickered at what I read: The Occult Truth of Lycanthropy. "The old man always did have an active imagination," I muttered under my breath, smiling as I put the book back on the shelf. I wiped dust from my hands onto my jeans and turned the attic blight off as I left the room. I could hear the sound of my parent's car driving up the pathand all thought of the book was gone as

We both stayed there in each other's embrace, savoring the hot moment of our intimacy. My breath hitched, as I saw the woman standing at the entrance of the kitchen. I hid my face in his crook and clutched his t-shirt tightly. Suddenly feeling shy. My ears perked up at her pained voice. "Agastya, I am ruined..." *** Hey belly belles! Writing smut is difficult but I am trying. Hope you like the update. Please do like and share your thoughts in the comment section. Toodles Yours CeeCee

Lila cried out, the sudden stretch making her eyes water. "Take this cock like a slutty little girl,” he growled, spanking her ass hard. The sharp slap echoed as he fucked her with raw intensity, hips slamming against her ass. Lila moaned loudly, hands pressed against the glass, body rocking with every brutal thrust. "I’ll fuck you senseless,” he rasped against her ear, pounding deeper, “you won’t be able to write another scene about me without wishing I was buried inside you like this.” Lila’s eyes widened in shock. Her mind reeled. What!? He knew about her Fanfics? He read them?.

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