Libro Erotico Novels & Stories

I say and opened one titled "Professional slut " «I grab his dick and...« " I quickly close it. "What the fuck is that, did you buy me a erotic novel " I yelled at Hunter. He shrug and went back to his laptop. I pick up the second one "Ex-boyfriend " from the same author. "Jesus Christ!! I scream as the book fall from my hand. "What? " Hunter ask. "Are you seriously asking me that, you bought me a fuvking erotic novel and you expect me to read it " I yell.

It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and josh I picked it up and started to read it, I couldn’t hold it anymore, I bit my lips and my eyes narrowed as I could feel my wetness,drip down my legs. I needed the release, with or without the cute guy, I sat on the singular chair there, spreading my legs and rubbing my swollen clit,I made sure I kept my moans muffled. I was interrupted by someone clearing their throat,my eyes widened at the cute guy staring at me. “Don’t stop” his voice husky as I could see the dick bulging against his zipper.

“Is that so?” He didn’t answer with words. He slowly reached out and covered her hand where it gripped the book with his own. His touch was searing. The moment his skin met hers, the phantom sensations doubled, tripled in intensity. Now it wasn't a phantom mouth, it was his, she could almost taste the smoke and spice of his breath. The hand between her legs was his, the pressure perfect, maddening. “The library is closed for the day,” Grimvar said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through her entire body.

4 LENA I felt him then, a shift, something more insidious than ever before. His presence wasn’t just inside my head anymore—it was everywhere. It filled the air, thick and suffocating. I couldn’t escape it. His fingers—no, my fingers—lifted to my lips, brushing over them in a soft, deliberate motion. The touch was gentle, almost tender, but it only made the horror worse. It wasn’t my hand. It wasn’t my touch. The realization was a slow, creeping cold that snaked down my spine. His lips, warm and familiar, pressed against mine, and I felt it—him, claiming me.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading for him to let me go. He seemed to understand, his movement becoming more erratic, more desperate. He pulled out just enough to let me come, and then he thrust back in hard, sending me over the edge. My body convulsed around him, my muscles clamping down on his erection. I cried out, my voice echoing in the library, but the books muffled the sound just enough to keep us hidden. I was in the middle of a powerful orgasm, my body shuddering and shaking, afterglow.

The silence made my thighs clench. "What kind of dreams?" he asked, still calm. "I shouldn't say." "You came here to let it out," he answered simply. I held in my breathing. "They're... sexual. I wake up soaked. Aching. And ashamed." "Go on." I let my head rest against the wooden panel behind me. My eyes closed. "He touches me in ways no one ever has. And I let him. I want it. God, I want it so bad." The words spilled out, broken and messy. "Sometimes it's in public. Sometimes I'm tied down. Sometimes he just whispers in my ear and I'm already falling apart. I wake up wet, panting, and I can't stop thinking about it for days."

Demon sex. Whoa. Great Aunt Rose was even more unhinged than I thought. I didn't know if she actually used the book, but she must have, right? I mean, it was a sex spellbook, for God's sake! Who wouldn't use it? In fact, I was already thinking of a few things... No! I said to myself firmly. Snap out of it! But... Fuck, my nipples were tingling, and there was a familiar ache between my legs. I glanced at my drawer where my battery powered boyfriend lay. Did I really want to get out my vibrator now when I was supposed to be cleaning?

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

I cried out, my fingers tangling in his dark hair. He pushed me back onto the cot, his body covering mine. The weight of him, the heat, was everything I’d dreamed of. His hands were everywhere—kneading my breasts, sliding down my ribs, over my hips. He hooked his fingers into the waist of my simple cotton underwear and tore them down my legs. The sound of the fabric ripping was the most erotic thing I’d ever heard. Then his hand was there. Between my legs. On my pussy. A big, rough-skinned palm cupping me, his middle finger sliding through the wetness I couldn’t control.