Intense Smut Novels & Stories

I let out a slight chuckle at the sight of her tears. “But why? Why would you go the extra mile to send those kinds of threatening messages to me?” her eyes blinked quickly and tears finally rolled down those cheeks. “Because you deserve it, Emily!” “Can't you see? We could have been a happy home if you sat in your place and maintained your position as the woman of this house” “I made sure you were comfortable. I gave you everything you needed! The money, the food, the sex! I know for a fact you can't deny how goooood the sex was Emily. You loved every bit of it”

It’s scarily intimate, kissing and fucking her slow while holding eye contact with her so I break the connection. I flip her over, sink into her hole and pick up the pace. My balls are heavy as hell, swollen and desperate to unload its content inside her. My grunts climb higher as my movements grow jerky. My cock swells, my hips stutter and my vision goes blind. Ropes of semen shoots up my cock, coating her insides. I pull out of her and she quickly turns over so that she’s lying on her back. Fisting my pulsing cock, I pump more of my semen on her pale breasts, spraying her face as well.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

It was species-level sex: animalistic and unfiltered. Without warning, Sam flipped Andreas onto his stomach, pressing the young man’s face into the pillow. Andreas felt Sam’s chest against his back, radiating heat like a furnace. Sam’s claws emerged just slightly—enough to rake across Andreas’s ass, leaving red lines that burned deliciously. “You’re so fucking tight,” Sam hissed near his ear, voice thick with dark lust. “And you smell like fear and arousal. The most perfect scent I’ve caught in a hundred and seventy years.”

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.

He zipped up his jeans and then slid his hand under her skirt and inside her panties. "My turn." He grinned. "Right here?" Sam gasped. "Oh yeah. That makes it even hotter and more exciting." Smokey agreed. Sam had to agree with him. This was a first for her and it was so damn hot when he blew his load. He stroked her and rubbed her faster. Then inserted two fingers and used his thumb to rub circles. Sam grabbed a hand full of his shirt just before she climaxed. As her orgasm hits, he covers her mouth with his.

Rodolpho devours her greedily, losing himself completely in the combined taste of her slick honey and the agonizing pleasure of Sam's massive shaft tearing his prostate apart. Our orgasms are completely world-shattering. Sam's long cock swells to its absolute maximum inside Rodolpho's bowels, convulsing violently as he unloads a massive, burning flood of syndicate seed deep into his gut. The sheer heat triggers a violent, full-body climax for Rodolpho, his raw screams echoing through the stone fortress as he collapses sideways onto Lana's wet thighs, watching Sam's thick cream leak slowly out of his ruined, twitching rear.

Through the haze of orgasm I could see my cock, just barely in her wide open mouth, spurting over her tongue, and her lips wriggled on my meat like a fish on a hook, smearing white stuff all over. It made me come even harder. Then with a deep growl she plunged back onto my staff and achieved her own orgasm, almost biting off my meat with an uncontrolled suck. Her growls turned bubbly-- she was gargling on my semen-- and went up and down in pitch as her head moved back and forth. God, she sucked hard. It was almost painful, as hard as the lady weightlifter who'd once taken a liking to me. She sucked and sucked, long after every drop of my cream had slithered down her esophagus.

I'm dizzy, overwhelmed by the scent and taste of him. "Such a desperate little slut," Tom laughs, spanking me hard enough to leave a sting. I choke and drool all over Richard's cock, feeling my cunt get shamelessly wetter. "Let's see how much you can take," Richard grunts, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp for air. He jerks himself in front of my mouth, and I stare up at him with pleading eyes while he fondles his cock, rubbing it on my lips. Tom nudges my legs further apart and kneels behind me, spreading me open with his fingers.

"I want it! I want all of it so bad, please I’ll be good for you! Fill me up, Beckett!" "Tell me you're my slut. Tell me you're carrying your brother's cum tonight." "I'm your slut! I'm yours! Cum inside me,” The friction was incredible. The smell of our combined sex and the cold marble beneath me created a sensory overload that pushed me over the edge. I felt my climax building-a massive, rolling wave of heat that threatened to shatter my spine. "I'm gonna cum! Beckett, I'm gonna cum!" "Take it! Take every fucking drop!"