It Starts With Us Smut Novels & Stories

I'm pretty sure the universe hates me. --- Dinner, at least, was a welcomed distraction. Jenna and Matt were ridiculously cute together—joking, laughing, stealing kisses like teenagers. I smiled through it all, even laughed when Matt dropped the mashed potatoes on his shirt. As much as I enjoyed watching them, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever have that. The Real Love. The kind that looked messy and mundane but felt like home. I wasn't sure my parents had that and I didn't want to end up like them.

Samuel nagged, Sunny slapped her husband for his manners “Come on now, has Rue ever gone back on her words?” Rue chuckled, “Married or not married you two are still just big babies. So I want you to grow up for now and go fuck the hell out of each other, make babies of your own” she vulgar without a care of anything. “I fear you haven't gotten laid for ages now” snapped Sunny. “Oh no, we're not having this conversation. Bye you two, remember no protection is needed” Rue said quickly and disconnected the call.

I opened my mouth to tell her to get her chimpanzee body away from me, but Larissa slapped her palm over my mouth. "Yeah, but you have my brother's pee all over yours," she smirked, waving the can again. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I filled this baby up with my little brother's urine. Bestseller." The girl screamed with fright, her hands desperately clawing at her face. "Now, begone, foul demon!" Larissa dramatically exclaimed. The girl turned and ran away, her corpse friends running along with her after throwing Larissa stink eyes.

“Now rub your clit. Nice and slow. Tell me how bad you want my cock.” Kiara’s voice trembled as she started circling her swollen clit. “I want it so bad… please.” Shaun made a low, satisfied sound. “Good girl." "Shaun… I can’t hold it—” "Cum for me,” he finally allowed, his voice rough. “Now.” Kiara’s back arched off the bed as her orgasm hit her hard. She pressed her face into the pillow to muffle her moan, her thighs shaking violently as she came while listening to Shaun’s voice.

The smell drifted through the bedroom, calming, familiar, wrapping around her like a memory. The bathroom door opened. Justin stepped out, sleeves pushed to his elbows, the top two buttons of his shirt undone so a sliver of warm skin and the edge of muscle showed at his collar. A thin sheen of moisture glistened on his forearms—from testing the water, from the steam, from the effort of moving quickly. Damp heat drifted from the bathroom behind him, carrying lavender and something else, something clean and male and achingly familiar. "Ready?" His voice was soft. Gentle. The same voice he had used to soothe her through nightmares, through arguments, through the long, dark nights when the world

Dave аnd Jіm ѕtорреd ѕuсkіng mу tits and lооkеd аt me еxресtаntlу. "Shоuld I bаbе? Dо you thіnk I'm thаt much оf a slut thаt I wоuld gеt naked іn frоnt оf fоur mеn. Two wе juѕt met? What dо уоu thіnk wіll happen іf I tаkе mу раntіеѕ оff? When I took my brа off thеу ѕuсkеd оn my tіtѕ. What wіll they dо іf I ѕhоw them my рuѕѕу?" "Uр tо уоu bаbе," ѕаіd Tоm.

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.

No one sees his hand slide beneath my skirt. His fingers find me instantly, all wet and throbbing, and he smirks. “Such a good little slut. You got on this train for me didn't you?” I shake my head, but my hips betray me and instead of stiffening at his touch, they begin rolling against his hand. Suddenly he pushes two fingers inside me and I gasp, grabbing his arm, but he doesn’t stop. “You’re going to come right here, where anyone could see you.” “This is---- ah---- wrong-----”

It was an extremely rare, first-edition printing of The Wealth of Nations paired with an original collection of industrial-era philosophical essays—the precise texts they had fiercely debated during their very first official night in the penthouse. Jillian opened the heavy cover. The aged paper crackled softly in the quiet room. But it wasn't the rare print that made Jillian’s chest tighten; it was what was written on the inside cover. Glued to the parchment was the original, burnt fragment of the first page of their companionship agreement—the section containing their names and the original title, The Silhouette of Us—saved from the hearth before it could turn completely to ash. Beneath it,

"She seems to be livestreaming too!" someone shouted. The scene instantly descended into chaos. With a grim expression, I opened the livestream and saw a face that was emaciated, consumed by madness. It was Abigail. "Get Connor here!" she screamed at the camera. "If I don't see him within ten minutes, I'll kill myself at the headquarters of Foster Group!" Suddenly, my phone was taken from my hand by Grace. She gently smoothed the crease between my brows and said, "Don't worry. Let me take care of something this trivial."