Kinky Smut Books Novels & Stories

This book features: ☆ Intensely graphic sexual descriptions: Detailed, prolonged, and highly explicit scenes of penetration, oral sex, anal sex, manual stimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampies, cum play, swallowing, facials, and every conceivable sex act described in raw, unfiltered detail—including sounds, sensations, tastes, smells, and physical responses.

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 59: Dominion Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. It continues—louder, wilder—the brutality, the obliteration, the devastating, mind-blowing rhythm of his thick, unrelenting dick slamming so deep into her. Again. And again. In that maddeningly perfect angle. Over and over. Until she’s losing her goddamn mind, spiraling beyond control. Good heavens.

Author's Pov Lily was busy reading the novel she just started yesterday, her eyes instantly widened when she read the next lines which left her utterly speechless. Lily had read a lot of smut books even some bdsm related, but this was the first time she was reading something so explicit and kinky, the male lead was a freak indeed, the female lead was a prostitute in the story and the male lead was trying to find a way to fill the void he was having from the last few months.

His mouth descended between my thighs with no warning. His tongue was inhuman, too fast, too skilled. He licked and sucked me until my knees buckled. He pulled my orgasm from me like he’d owned it before I was born. I cried out, fingers digging into the bookshelf. He stood. Licked his lips like he was tasting wine. Then unzipped his pants. It sprang free, long, thick, veined. His cock was pale, angry-red at the tip. Gorgeous and terrifying. “On your knees.”

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

I took a long sniff of her pussy, my nose delighted by how good she smelt. “You smeel really good Jezmyn.” “Thank you,My Beta.” She was happy and her body was reacting very well to her happiness. She clenched her legs on my head and I had to separate them again. “Just take a deep breath.” I kissed her pussy, while taking out my index and thumb to spread her pussy lips. I could see her hymen, sticking out and her pink pussy lips just staring at me, like it was begging to be eaten. I could not resist it. I was not a fan of giving a woman head but the moment I opened her up and saw how delicious she looked, I just could not resist.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

My panties rip. Cool air touches my pussy. I'm exposed. Zeke steps back. He pulls his pants down. His zombie cock springs out. It's thick and veined, the skin mottled green and black. Pus drips from the tip. It smells foul, like curdled milk and decay. Precum leaks in thick globs. Yellow and sticky. I gag at the smell. He grabs my hips. Flips me around. My face presses against the wall. Rough wood scrapes my cheek.

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me.