Plus Size Spicy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.

The sight only made the haze of lust in Julian’s eyes grow thicker. Vivienne’s plump body responded quickly. The spark of pleasure Julian ignited spread rapidly through her veins, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. In her mind, Vivienne sneered inwardly, This man must be just like the others, unwilling to kiss my lips because he thinks a plus-size woman like me is disgusting. However, Vivienne chose not to care. To hell with lip intimacy; right now, she only wanted to enjoy this game of power and take advantage of it.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

His lips traced fire down my spine, leaving searing kisses until he reached the swell of my ass. He bit into my left cheek, the sting merging with pleasure as his finger slipped inside me and his tongue teased mercilessly between my front and back openings. The sensations overloaded me. Sparks ignited everywhere—foreign, consuming, impossible to resist. My body trembled, building too fast, too hard, until he flicked the tip of his tongue in and out and I shattered. He didn’t give me time to recover before he eased himself into my dripping sheath, stretching me open while his other hand pressed boldly into forbidden territory.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

It belongs to him, but I’m not telling him that. Colin rips my shirt off without ever breaking our kiss. His pajama pants fight to keep his erection caged when he rubs it against my lace-covered core. The tingles soak the lace in need. Colin pulls away from me, his hazel eyes swirling with gold. I can only guess his wolf is present to. The dance of colors is mesmerizing. His eyes never leave mine as he flicks the lace underwear off my body. He takes a deep breath. The smell of my desire turns his eyes black.

I had a mischievous grin as I asked, "What kind do you like?" "Girls together and couples, but not the crazy, fake moaning ones. There's this website I'm on all the time that has a subreddit for something called passion porn. A bunch of it is amateur stuff, but the people love each other or have a really strong connection that you can see. It totally gets me off. What about you?"

And it was slick with pre-cum. “Fμ¢k, Lila,” he breathed, kissing down my neck. “Your tits are perfect.” He pushed up my blouse and slowly unclipped my bra. My breasts spilled free, and his mouth immediately found one nipple, sucking gently. My thighs trembled. I kept stroking his shaft slowly, my body was heating up fast. His c*ck was slightly curved… but Damian’s? His was straight, longer, and thicker: with just the right amount of veins when it was rock hard.

The wet, obscene slap of skin on skin filled the room, mingling with her broken moans and his rough, animal grunts She could feel every thick inch of him as it stretched her wide, hitting deep, owning every part of her. The pressure built impossibly fast. It shouldn’t have been possible after three shattering orgasms, but her body didn’t care about logic. It just wanted more. It needed more. A sharp crack split the air as his palm landed hard on her right cheek. Charlotte jolted forward, her inner muscles clamping down so tight he hissed through his teeth. “Oh… I love what you just did with your pussy” he growled, spanking her harder again, the sting blooming hot across her skin. “Your body

Mirabel’s voice shook as she tried to continue reading, her fingers gripping the divorce papers so tightly the edges crumpled. “‘Section 8… regarding spousal support… the petitioner… demands...’” Riven growled against her ass, his tongue plunging deeper into her tight hole. He ate her with filthy, greedy strokes, long licks, wet circles, and possessive sucks that made her knees buckle. His strong hands kept her cheeks spread wide, completely exposing her as he devoured her most private place.