Intense Smut Novels & Stories

Then, using her dainty fingers to gather up and bring to her mouth the many streaks of creamy semen glazing her chin and tits, Emma repeatedly fed herself the boy's ejaculate, unfailingly cooing as she gulped down every dollop of his savory sperm, appreciating it as the special albeit overabundant treat that it was. Finally, as she rolled onto her side, Emma smiled and let out a long languid sigh. Her satisfied purrs of contentment were highlighted by the widening grin painted on her seed-glossy lips as she drank in the sight of Makoto and Simon standing by the couch, gawking hungrily at her curvaceous ass and mammoth tits. Shockingly, or maybe not so much, they were both still menacingly er

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.

"Every woman I've had sex with has ended up dead at the end of the ordeal. So if you're okay with the life being drained out of you while I'm inside you, we can make that happen." I felt my jaw go slack at the idea. "Go to hell," I said, backing away from him. Cain let go of me, his hand releasing mine. "Sweetheart, I'm already here."

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.

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.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”