Romance And Smut Novels & Stories

“And I love romance. I love it all. What a hybrid.” “I’ll quite willingly write filth for you, if you’d like that,” I told her, my heat taking hold. “I’ll write about all the seedy disgusting games I’d like to play with you, handing them over as an instruction manual when you walk in through the door. How about that? Here’s the chapter for the day, sweetheart. Spread your legs so I can stretch your tight little cunt wide and take photos of you gagged like a whore, here’s the screen play.”

“Romance, with a touch of comedy… and erotica.” Adam slowly raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting into a dangerous smile. He took another step, closing the distance between them. Samantha instinctively backed up, her back brushing the cold wooden shelf. The move left her cornered—not threateningly, but exactly the way he wanted: close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

“Fuck, you smell so sweet. I’ve been starving for this.” Before she could argue, I hooked my fingers in the fabric and tugged her panties down, leaving her bare under me. I paused for a second just to look, her folds were glistening, swollen, trembling like even the air on her was too much. “Goddamn,” I muttered, spreading her thighs wider with my hands. “You’re perfect.” She covered her face with her hands, groaning. “This is so wrong.” “Wrong feels pretty fucking right from down here,” I said, and then I buried my face between her thighs.

Julian’s tongue delved deep, a slow, thorough exploration that tasted of sweet and the raw desperation of the moment. It was a kiss that demanded entry, a conquest of Leo’s mouth that mirrored the one happening between their bodies. Leo melted into it, his arms sliding around Julian’s neck, pulling him closer, anchoring himself as the world spun dangerously around them. When they finally broke apart, their lips were swollen and glistening, connected by a thin strand of saliva that snapped in the humid air.

It wasn't a question but a statement— simple but effective. Heat crept up to my neck, every fucking part of me dancing in a thrilling movement, he leaned closer, covering me with his woody— spicy smell like chains wrapped around my neck. With one swift movement, he grabbed my dress pulling it off with a loud tearing sound. Rip. The fabric ripped into pieces, falling in shreads. Leaving me left only in my underwear. “You become beautiful every fucking day.” Lucian groaned, kneeling and placed his head on my V-area, sniffing me like a possessed dog.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

His eyes dropped to where his thick c*ck was stretching me open. “Look at that… taking every inch like a greedy little slut.” He slammed back in, so deep my vision whited out. I wrapped my legs around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt as we f*cked like an!mas, raw, sweaty, and messy. My second orgasm hit even harder. I screamed his name, pussy spasming wildly around him. Roman cursed, thrusting through my clenching walls before he suddenly pulled out and came all over my stomach and t!ts, thick ropes of hot cum painting my skin.

I was soaked, unable to stop the pleasure building. Mitch was roughly kneading my breasts with one hand, while his other hand circled and gently squeezed the other. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even think. All I felt was being filled and fucked like a slut. “Yes…yes…fuck me harder…” The words gurgled around Devon's cock. Hans slammed into me, his balls slapping my wet flesh. “Take every inch, Yassy.” My body shuddered violently and I came for the second time. I screamed into Devon's cock and my pussy pulsed around Hans. My juices sprang out as he groaned, pulling out and jerking himself. Hot cum splattered across my stomach and tits.

I said, walking to the bed and grabbing the book out of his hands. He chuckled. "Whatever makes you sleep at night." He said. "It's not porn, it's Romance....when two couples love each other and then..." I trailed off, looking for the right words that wouldn't be used against me. "And then what?" He arched a brow. "Fuck each other?" A smile formed on his face and he sighed. "Don't put it that way." I glared at him and he chuckled, pulling me down the bed. "You have a crazy friend." He mumbled.