Really Good Smut Novels & Stories

“ But it seems your own luck is way above anything else. Hold him tightly.” “ I will.” Emma replied her, blushing. Then Samantha moved closer and whispered to me. “ He might not be good looking like you, but I think he is quite better in bed than you. At least he can get it up immediately” “That was my first time.” “I am his first time also and it was so amazing.” We both chuckled and then she quickly reached for one of the glasses of wine on the table, and downed it in one long gulp. "Wow, easy," I said, watching her drain the glass.

Her soaked pussy was on full display, visibly dripping juices onto the floor while she moaned like a desperate whore. I shoved the screen right in her face, and her cheeks burned bright red. I can't tell if it's from anger or embarrassment. "Turn it off… please…” "No, I won't. So you're a dirty little whore?" I chuckled darkly, towering over her naked body. My cock already rock-hard, straining painfully against my gym shorts. Fuck, she smells so fucking good, and tasty. How many times have I jerked off thinking about this exact body? I can't tell.

Although the police are actively pursuing and preventing this crime, this criminal activity is still going on vigorously because the profits are too much. - It stinks. – Lucasta grimaced and frowned. - Yes, but after being marinated with chemicals, they will become delicious fresh meat and make Lucasta salivate. – Samson smiled, and wrapped his arms around her waist, preparing to take her out. - Are you still teasing me? Can't harvest anything. – Lucasta lightly pinched him, pretending to be angry. Before he took her away from the smelly warehouse, she took a few photos. She did not want her and Samson's efforts to be meaningless.

“You’re still not saying it right, princess.” Her eyes fluttered. “Say the right words.” She blinked, lips parting. “Please, sir… let me suck you off?” I chuckled, amused, tilting her chin higher. “Not quite right.” My voice dipped. “You know the word I want, princess. You know you want to say it.” She stiffened. Her fingers curled around my zipper. “You want to say it, but it feels too dirty, doesn’t it? Too smutty. Not proper enough for you. But I want it.”

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

Smokey replied. "OMG, that is so fucking hilarious! She's playing you so well and you're in hook line and sinker. I've never known you to be a weak stupid man who couldn't see through manipulation as blatant as she's doing. Really wondering if you just don't want to see? SMDH" Sam replied back.

Patricia turned her head toward me, cum still dripping from her lips, and smiled weakly, her face dripping, and kissed me instant within an heartbeat slow and sloppy. We shared the last load between our tongues, moaning softly in the other's throat. I looked up at the men, cum dripping from my eyelashes. I smiled. “Feel better now, babe?” I laughed through the exhaustion, my voice hoarse as hell. “Yeah… I feel a lot better.” Outside, the gala was probably still going on. Damien was probably still shaking hands and smiling for pictures, completely clueless that his wife and her best friend had just been turned into cum-soaked, piss-drinking sluts by his biggest donors and rival.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll