Raunchy Romance Novels & Stories

I pleaded, going down to my knees, and I saw how each of them ran their tongues through their lips, their eyes flashing a glint of lust as they gazed at my breasts. "We were joking. We didn't plan to take you to the Alpha. But that's only if you can take us all." I heard the one with raven hair say this to me with a smirk as he rubbed his hand on the bulge around his crotch. The other snickered too and nodded as I saw them unbuckling their belts. My eyes almost popped out. "What are you all doing? Have you gone mad?!" I shouted, leaping to my feet.

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

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

he said when he looked back and Ara immediately saw the strange message attached to his smile that touched her heart deeply. "You're really crazy," she said, unable to stop herself from laughing because of that. Daniel did not speak and instead turned around for a moment to give her that attractive wink. And as usual, Ara immediately felt the intense warmth on her face because of what the young man did. But the annoyance was gone and instead, Ara just felt the pure romantic excitement at what Daniel did. Her knight in shining armor.

“I cannot seem to control myself any longer.” Garaine’s skin was adorned with goosebumps. Her heart was beating so loudly that it felt like it would jump out of her rib cage at any moment. For the first time, she heard him call her by her name and it sounded like music to her ears! His low growl contoured with desire for her and only her, made her drown in lust. Her eyes were droopy, drunk by his intoxicating musky scent that had been assaulting her nose for a while. “Mr. Turner…” She slurred, looking at him with pleading eyes. It was her first time and she couldn’t control the undeniable, unknown feelings.

001 RAVEN'S POV “I’m going to ruin that holy little cunt until you forget how to pray, you naughty nun.” His filthy words slither back into my mind like hot oil poured straight down my spine, making my whole body arch before I even realize I’ve moved. A low moan tears out of me, and it echoed off the stone walls of the narrow corridor. My hand flies to my mouth too late. The sound hangs there in the midnight hush of the convent. I heard footsteps and it was coming closer.

I shivered as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my hard nipples. “You’re still such an arrogant prick,” I whispered, but I arched into his touch. My pussy was already dripping, aching for him after weeks of tense meetings where we fucked in secret between arguments. Ronan pushed me back onto the bed and stripped quickly, his thick cock springing free, heavy and veined. “And you’re still a stubborn little brat who gets wet arguing with me.” He climbed over me, spreading my legs wide and rubbing his cockhead up and down my slick folds. “Tell me you want this.”

I say, frowning a little. “01 Kind men are ugly. 02 Handsome men are not nice. 03 Handsome and kind men are married. 04 The handsome, kind, and single are poor. 05 Handsome, kind, single, and rich people are not interested in you. 06 The handsome, kind, single, rich, and interested people are interested in you only because of the hookup. 07 Those who are handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, and faithful, are homosexuals. 08 The handsome, kind, single, rich, interested in you, faithful, who do not lose interest if you are the ones who make the first step. Those men must have a problem!

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.