Monster Erotica Books Novels & Stories

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.

Monalisa Smutty books were getting way too filthy for my taste lately. The couple in the one I was reading were twisted into a position that looked physically impossible, legs over shoulders, back arched at a brutal angle, the hero slamming into her so deep and hard it looked like he was trying to ruin her for any other man. The author deserved jail time. How the hell did someone even write something that dirty? And how was the heroine not cramping? I gripped my Kindle so tight my knuckles turned white, equal parts horrified and shamefully turned on, when the chaos downstairs exploded again. Bass vibrated through the floor. Loud laughter. Splashing. Drunken shouts.

And once the line is crossed, there will be no turning back. But Gracie’s story is only the beginning. This book unlocks a collection of raw, taboo-driven erotic tales—each one more daring, more dangerous, and more intoxicating than the last. For readers who crave the forbidden, who ache for the edge where desire blurs with darkness, this is your invitation. Enjoy reading.. *************

I’m shaking, overstimulated, my pussy clenching around the tentacle as it writhes inside me and the Vampire Prince watches me with hunger in his red eyes and strokes himself faster. “Look at you,” he groans, baring his fangs at me and the sight turns me on the more, making my pussy drip with more juices. “... So corrupted. A mortal bitch like you begging for tentacles in her cunt and throat.” His words fill me with shame that it almost makes me sob, but I’m close---- so close----- every pleasure point in my body is screaming. Finally he steps forward, parts the tentacle in my pussy to the side, stretching my pussy as he did and making me whimper, and then thrusts his cock into me, alongside

Her hands tightened around my head and she started moaning. I switched to the other nipple and did the same thing. Her legs were shaking but I decided not to have mercy on her ,this was what she wanted after all. I let my free hand slowly roam from her waist to her butt , giving her a really hard smack . "ahhhhh,Matt" she cried out . "You like that ?" I asked and proceeded to smack her again without waiting for an answer . "Yes " Clara cried out . I let my hands play around her thick thighs before finding the middle of her legs and slowly sliding up till I found her warmth.

Trigger Warnings For This Book: This is a dark werewolf romance containing Violence, abuse, rape, betrayal, trouble in paradise, drugs, murder, assault, bondage, and a Reverse harem involving scenarios of b×g, b×b raw sex scenes, and slavery. ********************************* "Oh, fuck, Beta,' she moaned. "Go harder, I've been waiting for this, I can't believe you are my mate." She seductively said, biting her lower lip, holding her two breasts, fingering them, and seemed lost, her eyes kept opening and closing in lust.

He filled me in a way that pressed against the front of my walls. He fucked me with long strokes, leaning down to capture my mouth in a kiss. I tasted myself, tasted Hans and Mitch, tasted sin. The angle was so perfect. It hit deep and I was so sensitive from my orgasm that every inch made me gasp. He was hitting directly at my core. “Now scream my name,” he ordered, pounding into me ruthless and fast. I did. “Devon! Devon!” The words tumbled out, raw and desperate. Mitch and Hans watched, stroking themselves as they waited.

I curled them, hitting that spot I knew she loved, watching her kick and squirm. God, she was perfect. Every reaction was vocal. Every movement was a plea. Eva… Eva was a statue. Eva never reacted like this. Eva made me feel like sex was a chore on a to-do list. Olandria made me feel like a god. She made me feel like a man who was capable of destroying a woman with nothing but a touch. I watched her hungrily, my mouth diving back for her clit while I continued to finger her, adding a third finger to stretch her out.

When he pressed against my back, I felt something cool and smooth against my inner thigh, the spine of a book. “Lady Chatterley’s Lover,” he said softly, voice dripping with dark amusement. “One of my favorites for nights like this.” He dragged the edge of the closed book slowly along my soaked pussy, the leather teasing my swollen clit. I whimpered, pushing back, but he held me still. “Patience,” he chided. “We’re going to use literature properly tonight.” He set the book aside and replaced it with his cock, rubbing the thick head through my folds, mixing our juices. Then he thrust in deep from behind, making the ladder shake slightly.