Male Author Romance Novels Novels & Stories

I was completely hollow. Matteo had come into my life in such fierce manner that made me wanna smash my head in the wall. He'd handled me with carelessness, had hurt in me in a ton of ways. Yet, he was my first of many things. My first real obsession. My first real kiss. My first real sex. I couldn't exactly point out when I first fell for him. It could have been the time he'd crept in on me in the nondescript room and had asked me that deeply aggravating question: you are a virgin, aren't you? It could have been the moment I'd shared a kiss with him in the mace, all soaked up as the sky rained on us. Or it could have been when I'd come upon his library. Oh wait, maybe I had fallen in live

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

I growled at the last second because right then he decided to thrust in harder, than before almost making me choke on air from the sheer force of his body. He changed the angle slightly and hit that spot inside me that made my vision go white. I swore. Loud. Over and over. He didn’t stop. "Look at me," he said. I obeyed him, our eyes locked. The look in his eyes told me this wasn’t just sex anymore. It was something more than he would admit. "Say it," he demanded. "I’m yours," I said. He drove in harder. "Say it again." "I’m yours, Callum. I’m yours.”

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Grayson violently pulled the woman who dared enter his room. He'd been trying to get hard using his fleshlight. He was amazed; it had been almost a year since he'd had a natural erection, until last night. Even though he'd been drunk, he couldn't be mistaken. The moment he smelled her perfume, his penis had hardened instantly. No touching, no blowjob, nothing. Just her scent was enough. Waking this morning, he groaned in pain. His manhood felt bruised, possibly kicked. He suspected the woman he’d seen in the kitchen last night. Despite his drunkenness, his memory was clear.

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I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

Hazel’s eyes are wide with determination. “Uh-huh… Didn’t realize love was achieved using a math formula.” I scoff. Wouldn’t falling in love be better than putting on a performance? All the romance novels I have read always made love sound so unpredictable. I mean, I wouldn’t mind finding a mate, but I am not allowed to. So, I live vicariously through my hot, sexy fictional characters. What I wouldn’t give to lick melted marshmallow off one of those Alphas on the cover of my erotic romance novels. I growl in my head… He would have bulging muscles, perfect flowing long hair, and a thick slounge, everything moving in slow motion when he walks… YUMMY! Come to mama!

I leaned in a fraction of an inch, a teasing glint in my eyes, "I prefer classic literature. Russian realism, psychological thrillers. Dostoyevsky, Fitzgerald, Hemingway. I like substance." "Substance?!" Ruby mocked, completely offended. "Are you implying my romance novels don't have substance? Excuse you, but enemies-to-lovers tropes require intense psychological maneuvering! The angst! The tension! It's art, Alexander. Your little Russian thrillers have nothing on a slow-burn romance."