Raunchiest Romance Novels & Stories

My best friend liked it instantly. [Congrats, Director Thornton. Welcome to freedom!] I was promoted to the position of finance director in my company. I bought my own home, and I had a cat. After everything I had been through, I finally understood that loving myself was where lifelong romance would truly begin.

The morning found these two lovers, naked before the eyes of the fauna that also woke up with them, Maria De La Cruz, felt ashamed to see her naked body, she remembered everything, but her actions were undoubtedly the pink drug; Emiliano Romero, had woken up as new, splendid, but when he saw her, he also felt ashamed, both had surrendered to the lust and passion of that moment. They got up and got dressed, they wanted to hide their love affair, but Maria's torn t-shirt left Emiliano's back exposed, under those circumstances it was impossible to hide it, it was obvious that love was blooming like the spring between them, however they remained silent, as if they were two little ones who were j

Roman raised her leg for easy access as he slammed into the girl, who kept moaning and screaming “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She kept screaming while he slammed deeper into her. Roman, who wanted to touch her boobs without any obstruction, quickly tore her bra off. Dianne wondered what had made him go insanely amazing. She loves him this way. He looked like a drunk man as he slammed harder into her wet pussy. “Soft…” he praised before taking one of her breasts into his mouth and sucking on it as he massaged the other

“Yeah, so nobody try to steal her from this throuple queership.” “You're so silly,” Stormi snorts out a laugh. “Have you made up your mind babe?” Renata asks, staring at the camera still but I know the question is for me. “Yes,” I nod, my lips twitching with a smile. “I want Rouge.” “Fuck yeah, this is going to eat so bad.” she claps, pausing when the comments start flooding the screen again. “What? Which one of you cussed?” She squints towards the camera, this is how she interacts with her audience. “I will forgive you, but don't cuss in front of Mommy and her wife.” she giggles. “Okay, on to more serious matters, for those of you only now joining us, welcome to Rena's world.” she says, pro

I scowl, a little, thinking about it, and Luca grins at me, lifting a hand and brushing his thumb over my frowning lip like he loves the shape of it. “Sometimes,” he murmurs, “sex is just about two people who are attracted to each other getting naked and doing really weird things to each other’s bodies.” I burst into laughter then, my head tilting back on my neck. Luca laughs with me, I can feel his body vibrating against mine. “Luca!” I gasp. “That is the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard!”

Chapter 61: Whirlwind Romance Reese “I can live with that,” I whispered back, brushing my thumb over her knuckles. She shook her head, laughing under her breath, and for a second the rest of the room faded. Just her. Just us. The way it had been since that first chaotic night we’d collided again and somehow never untangled. Roman, however, was nowhere near done. “This… whirlwind romance or whatever this is,” he continued, dragging a hand through his hair as if trying to physically work through the frustration building inside him, “it’s madness. Jesus Christ, Savannah. That’s practically your sister—”

The fact that my body was burning with excitement from his promise, the fact that my core throbbed when he promised to fuck me terrified me more than anything else. " I intend to ruin you, Lara, silently. " He added, as he squeezed my breasts, harder, and jolts of pleasure and excitement shot through me in currents. " Because after four years, I am back in your life, Lara." " And I plan to ruin you quietly, right under his nose." " You have to promise me something, though " It was almost like a request, and before my mind could register, I was already nodding my head. " You have to promise me that you won't make any noise. "

“At least tell me your name.” “Bianca.” “I’m Roman Rutherford. Call me Roman.” He extended a hand. I shook it, noting the strength in his grip. “Nice to meet you.” He smiled, stepping closer. “You're being mean because you’re here with your husband?” “I’m not married. I just want to be alone,” I said, firm, cautious. “I know you’ve got a lot going on. I just want to understand,” he said softly. I hissed, brushing past him. “The worst mafia aren’t the arrogant ones, they’re the charming ones.”

“If that wasn’t the sneakiest, most romantic thing I ever saw a man do for a woman…” “You didn’t think it was a little stalker-ish?” I asked. “Of course, it was a little stalker-ish,” Rowena said. “But also romantic.” “So… what’s the difference between stalker-ish and romantic?” I inquired. “Simple. Whether or not you end up in a freezer,” she replied authoritatively. That made me laugh again. “I suppose that’s true.” I twirled another lock of hair. “He wants to pay me twenty-million dollars to be his surrogate.”

It's the only time Kier and everyone else will be too occupied to see me sneak into Renae's room to ransack it for answers. My fingers flip through the page of a dark romance novel. Something about quadruplets and one woman. It is obscene. The naughtiest thing I've read and my cheeks heat up with every page I flip, my core tightening. I do not think any of these things remotely possible, but I should like to take note. You know, just to know. Not that I have any plans of...