Really Good Smut Novels & Stories

Scenes of mating. Sienna gasps. "NO! GIVE ME THAT!" I turn it so she sees what page I’m on. It shows the male licking the female’s inner thigh. “This is your fantasy?” I ask. “They look like me. This male pleases her. You… like this?” Her face explodes red. “That’s not...it's just art! It’s fantasy smut! Don’t judge me!” I lower the book and stare at her. She is panting. Flustered. Beautiful.

Sky's laughter appeared in my mind, her pink cheeks every time I said something dirty to her or every time we fucked. Her sweet smell and her soft touch. I loved it like no one else had in a long time, and the worst part was, I'd just screwed up.

Then, using her dainty fingers to gather up and bring to her mouth the many streaks of creamy semen glazing her chin and tits, Emma repeatedly fed herself the boy's ejaculate, unfailingly cooing as she gulped down every dollop of his savory sperm, appreciating it as the special albeit overabundant treat that it was. Finally, as she rolled onto her side, Emma smiled and let out a long languid sigh. Her satisfied purrs of contentment were highlighted by the widening grin painted on her seed-glossy lips as she drank in the sight of Makoto and Simon standing by the couch, gawking hungrily at her curvaceous ass and mammoth tits. Shockingly, or maybe not so much, they were both still menacingly er

🔞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.

“Harder! Ruin this pussy!” Alex fucked me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit with every powerful stroke. He reached around and rubbed my swollen nub in tight circles, sending me spiraling into a second, even stronger orgasm. My walls fluttered and spasmed around his thick cock as pleasure ripped through me, making my vision blur.

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.