Romance Books Smut Novels & Stories

Suddenly, his ears turned a deep shade of red, and he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. Perplexed, I frowned. “What is it?” He handed the book back to me without meeting my gaze. “Nothing. Just... interesting choice.” Confused, I looked down at the book in my hands. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the image: a shirtless man with rippling muscles, a woman draped over him, their lips locked passionately. The bold title on the cover read: “Desire’s Embrace.” Instantly, I felt my face turn beet red. I’d purchased… a smut novel.

As she moved her legs, opening them wider, the smell of her lovejuices became more pungent. ‘Tell me about Lord Burnet,’ Karen gasped, hovering on the brink, desperate to come. ‘He’s a bastard to work for, I should imagine, if his behaviour elsewhere is anything to go by,’ Armina murmured dreamily, and now one of her hands crept down to her pubis. Her sex-lips pouted between her fingers, swollen and flushed, glistening with nectar. 'But there’s nothing more exciting than an arrogant bastard, providing he looks like Mallory. He’s hung like a stallion. His cock is a good nine inches long when he has a hard-on. Thick as a flag pole, and, boy, does he know how to use it!’

Noah says and after further thinking, he adds, “with lots of smut scenes.” I clear my throat in shock. I never thought I would see a guy come in here to buy a book with lots of smut scenes for a female friend. It seems so intrusive. “Right this way.” I say to him, moving down to the last row of books. “You can choose anyone from here. Legend has it that they all fit into the category of books you might be looking for.” I say with a small smile. He nods politely and picks out a book from the shelf randomly flipping through the pages.

I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

“I’m your slut tonight!use me!” The dirty words fueled him. He gripped my hair, pulling my head back as he railed me. His cock kissed my cervix with each thrust, pleasure bordering on pain. I came a third time, squirting onto the sheets, voice hoarse from screaming. He slowed for a moment, grinding deep, letting me feel every vein. Then he pulled out and lay on the bed, stroking his glistening cock. “Ride me. Show me how bad you want it.”

The bookstore had a new shipment of romance novels. I spent the morning unpacking boxes with Ethan, laughing at the ridiculous cover art. Shirtless men. Women in flowing dresses. Dramatic titles like The Rake's Redemption and Tempted by the Billionaire. "This is basically p**n," Ethan said, holding up a particularly scandalous cover. "Glorious, wonderful, life-affirming p**n," I corrected. He laughed. "You're something else, Lucy."

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me."

Making her suck their fingers clean after they’d been buried knuckle-deep inside her. By the time the fourth sister had finished fist-fucking her to another shattering, gushing orgasm, Emma was a broken, beautiful mess. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. Her small tits were shiny with spit and squirt. Her pussy was bright red, swollen, and gaping lewdly every time a hand or cock pulled out, a perfect, ruined O that twitched and drooled thick cream onto the altar. The black silk beneath her ass was completely drenched, a dark wet patch spreading out beneath her.

Her words were breathy, laced with devotion, but he only smirked, that dark obsession flickering in his gaze as he positioned his thickening shaft in the deep valley of her cleavage. With a low groan, Francis thrust forward, the veined length disappearing into the warm, pillowy embrace of her breasts. The friction was immediate and intoxicating, her skin so silky against his rigid flesh, compressing around him like a custom-made vice. He squeezed harder, mashing her tits tighter, watching the head of his cock emerge from the top with each pump, bumping right against her parted lips. “Open that slutty mouth, angel. Kiss it. Worship the tip that’s gonna paint you white.”