Paranormal Smut Books Novels & Stories

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

I could feel my pussy lips swelling, my clit starting to throb with every heartbeat. My mind started to drift. I imagined Mr. Sinclair suddenly grabbing me by the waist and lifting me onto his desk with those powerful arms. Papers would scatter everywhere as he shoved my tight pencil skirt up around my hips. He’d rip my soaked panties to the side and bury his face between my thighs without warning. That arrogant, beautiful mouth latching onto my swollen clit, sucking hard while his tongue flicked mercilessly. Those piercing blue eyes staring up at me the entire time, watching me fall apart. I’d grip his short blond hair, grinding against his face, moaning his name like a desperate slut while

She padded over in her socks and checked the peephole. Nobody there. She opened the door anyway, just a crack. The hallway was empty. A faint smell of cologne hung in the air—something dark and woody. Her stomach flipped. She shut the door fast, locked both locks, and told herself she was being paranoid. She took her wine to the bedroom, stripped down to her tank top and panties, and crawled under the covers. The city hummed outside her window. She tried to read, but the words blurred. Her hand slipped between her legs almost without thinking, chasing that low ache she’d been ignoring for too long. Slow circles, eyes closed, imagining rough hands instead of her own. A body pinning her down.

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If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

exactly what happened, what she looked like and any other details you think relevant” The man took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for a stage performance. “I was travelling through this village some miles back. I trade iron for smelting. As I was walking through the market place this girl with dark hair, skinny little rat really” He picked his yellow teeth “Anyway she was givin’ me the eye, you know how it is” He winked at me and I had to stop myself from punching him. “She told me she worked at the inn, and I thought well, got time for a stopover so’s I went in and ordered somethin’ to eat. Anyway the grubby whore comes out with me plate. She started to walk away but she’d not brou