Reverse Harem Erotica Books Novels & Stories

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

My Jasmine-scented pheromones mix with the scent of food in the large kitchen space attached to the master suite. The thick vibrator buried itself deep in my pussy with every step I took, sending jolts of torturous pleasure up my whole body. A black-and-white leather collar sat snug around my throat, not too tight, but firm enough to remind me who I belonged to. Each movement tightening the cruel nipple clamps biting into my sensitive bud. A sleek, delicate chain connected to the collar at the back of my neck. My outfit is pure filth, and I thank Thorne for clearing the floor, or I would be so embarrassed if the pack members saw me like this.

—arching her back slightly, ass pressing against him. Dominic’s breath hitched. Her ass—soft, warm—brushed his bare cock. He thought she was dreaming. Restraint fractured. He scooted closer—pressing his length against her back—pretending to snore softly. The friction was electric—his veined shaft sliding along the crease of her ass through the thin lingerie strings. Pleasure spiked through him—hot, forbidden—making his balls tighten. Wrong. So wrong. But he couldn’t stop the slow rock of his hips.

Her pussy slides up and down my shaft smoothly, gripping me tightly each time she drops. I feel close again, my cock throbs inside Mia as she moves faster. She grinds her clit against me with every stroke. Her moans grow louder until her body suddenly shakes. She cums hard, her pussy pulsing around my cock in strong waves. Lana takes her place next, she turns around and rides me in reverse again, but this time she leans forward and rests her hands on my thighs. The new angle lets my cock hit deeper inside her. She moves fast and rough, chasing her own pleasure.

I looked down. His dark head between my pale thighs. His eyes closed in concentration. His shoulders flexing as his hand moved, driving his fingers deeper. His mouth working my clit like he'd been starving for it. Wildflowers crushed beneath me, their scent rising with the smell of sex — that sharp, primal perfume of female arousal.

“Not even close, baby. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum.” THE END. PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2 — HOTTER AND EVEN BETTER!

I replied, my eyes brimming with tears, and something darker… pent-up desire. “Do you perhaps want to check out my hotel room?” he asked smoothly, just as I remembered, and I found myself nodding before I could think. “Definitely,” I replied, and I immediately threw myself into his arms, kissing him passionately. It seemed the web of our forbidden affair was far from over, only changed. This time, he was my ex-stepfather. Author's Note: This is the end of One-Night Stand With My Stepfather..

The mafia's hacker princess prequel Rita's POV It's hot in here. The crowd is buzzing with so much sexual energy that it feels like if you breathe in, you will be taking in pure desire into your system. Whipping my hair over my shoulder to show off my outfit properly, I smile and take a few steps forward to the front stage so they can see me under the neon lights. I move my hot body to the rhythm of the song playing right now, it's a slow and dirty song that sets the mood for sex, adding more tension to the already heavy atmosphere.

Havoc knew perfectly well who Liam, Adam, and Chase were—there was no need for the dramatics and this sudden display of devotion. "You can't smell it?" Sage laughed, her voice echoing in my head like wildfire. "He is hammered." The realisation hit me suddenly; the strong scent of alcohol that wafted from Havoc wasn't just from any drink—it must have been that notorious brew that Alpha Leigh imported in; it was rumoured to be potent enough to knock even the supernatural off their feet.

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.