New Erotic Romance Novels & Stories

The whole day had been hectic. I took out a bottle of wine and poured myself some. I dropped onto the cushions, remote in hand, and flicked on the TV. Mindless noise to fill the silence. I scrolled through channels, news, reruns, some late night talk shows until I landed on a movie. One of those erotic thrillers, the kind with dim lighting and heavy breathing. I almost changed it, but the scene caught me. A woman alone in a lavish room, silk robe slipping off her shoulder, her hand trailing down her body as soft music swelled.

She could feel her spanked bottom rubbing as she bounced and ground against his lap. Dave leaned forward, pulling one nipple into his mouth and teasing it, licking the water droplets off her skin. They embraced, making slow, sensual love. Eventually, they both found their climaxes, unhurried and deeply satisfying. Afterward, they climbed out of the hot tub and went to bed, falling asleep wrapped in each other’s arms almost immediately. Erica woke first on Christmas morning. She stretched her stiff muscles, a giant smile spreading across her face as she remembered the night before. She couldn’t believe how things had turned out.

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

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However, what she was feeling so far is nothing but heavenly. Soon he added another finger to the one already effortlessly gliding in her depths. The heel of his hand moved in circles against her sensitive nub in a rhythm so perfect and mouth watering that she could feel her head spin. "Se... bas… tian…" she began to call out his name between her ragged breaths when he increased the pace and pressed the heel of his palm down a little harder. "Shh… Adia… can you hear that? Listen to it. That's the sound of your incredibly wet c*nt." He whispered and the scandalous and erotic squelching sounds suddenly seemed to echo out louder in her ears the moment he mentioned it. Oh dear lord…

I spun her around, grabbed her hips, tilted her pelvis, and drove into her from behind while she leaned her forehead against the wall. The entry was so wet and sliding it made a loud, sloppy sound that echoed in the tiny room. I began to ram into her, my pace becoming a deep, punishing rhythm. Every thrust was a sharp sound of skin on skin, my chest hitting her back with every deep lunge. "You're so fucking tight," I hissed into her ear, my hands bruising her hips as I claimed her. "Is this the massage you wanted to give me?" "Yes! Fuck me, Eric! Harder!" she begged, her voice raw.

The room was filled with the sound of my extremely wet pussy slamming against his dick over and over again. He’ll start up fast and hard, hitting every spot and I could swear he touched my womb, then he’ll take it slow, teasing me , making me feel every inch of his dick, making my body go numb. I’ve never been fucked this good before . “Do you like it?”, he whispered behind my ear, driving in slowly. “Yes”, I moaned out almost crying. “Yes what?” “Yes Mr Tom”. “Fuck i love the way you call me that, tell me how much you love it “.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

"I can see your smile. Fuck! you love this, don’t you? Your tits feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my cock. Look at how they bounce, all flushed and needy." He reached down, pinching one nipple hard, making her gasp as he continued to slide through her cleavage. The erotic sight of his thick shaft disappearing into her soft flesh, emerging shiny and slick, drove him wild, the taboo act making her drip onto the floor beneath her. Unable to hold back, Adam pushed her gently but firmly, her back hitting the counter behind her with a soft thud. He came down over her, capturing one nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked hard, teeth grazing the sensitive bud as his tongue lashed it relentlessly.

Twice. Her nails dug into his back through his shirt. The table creaked. The city lights flashed behind them. It was filthy. Fast. Raw. The kind of sex you remember for the rest of your life not because it was romantic—but because it ruined you. He fucked her until her voice broke, until her legs shook, until she came gripping his shoulders and sobbing his name. He held her through it. Groaned into her neck. Then pulled out at the last second and came all over her thigh with a low, wrecked sound.