Kinky Smut Books Novels & Stories

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

The small trace of her pubic hair was the treasure he wanted and the ice cube was the key. Her knees bent and she almost lost her balance when Don grabbed her feet and forced them wider. His nose smelt the fragrance of her pussy. The fullness of the engorged labia made them purse out as if begging for a kiss. Stevie’s moaning and straining from the confinement of her hands made it obvious this was driving her crazy.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

“I’m all yours “, I say. He pushes me to the bed and kneels In front of me, he takes my skirt off slowly and then starts to kiss the skin on my thighs. Then he takes my panties off and flips me around making me lay on my tummy. He smacks my ass, hard. He spread my legs apart and then slipped a finger into my soaked wet pussy. I whimper at the sensation. Oh fuck yesss. “I’m gonna make a mess of you”, he whispers. “So wey”,he mumbled from behind me, running his fingers on my sensitive core. He started plunging his finders deep inside me, my bank arched into the bed.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

She wriggled her hips, attempting to rub her inner lips together and put pressure on her rampant nub. Jeremy responded to her need, one hand straying below her waist, across the flat bowl of her belly and under her panties, easing them down. Karen kicked them aside, and he brushed the abundant tangle of brown pubic hair, a finger finding its way into the deep avenue between. It parted to reveal her labia, swollen now, her clitoris standing out from its hood, glistening like a silver-pink pearl, quivering with want.

He was on his knees, degrading himself for this woman, and he had never been more turned on in his life. He slid a finger inside her, then another, curling them upward to find the rough, sensitive spot he had read about in books. She cried out, her back arching, her hips bucking against his face. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t you dare stop.”

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

‘Hello, fellow kinksters. Last night was an exciting night, my bitchy side came free, and Sir loves to put it back in its place to get his Kitten back. A bit of fun play on my part with squirty cream ended with multiple orgasms and a very weak body. He carried me over his shoulder into the playroom. He showed me no mercy, tying me to the chair. I was totally exposed, vulnerable and naked, and I loved it.