Romance Books Smut Novels & Stories

Oh my sweet Lord, those eyes. Getting lost in them meant he could order me to strip and I might just do it. Eagerly. I could only imagine how those eyes would burn in the heat of passion. Dark and stormy. Consuming. I have to stop reading those smut books. Maybe switch to horror, mystery, history. Anything but books full of sex. Lowering myself down in the chair opposite his, I crossed one leg over the other and waited. My heart drummed against my ribs while I held his gaze, hiding the effect he had on me.

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

The underside of his mushroom peeped from inside of her, exposing the mingling of her desire and the cum he had forced into her, before he slid back into her sex, all the way in, feeding her his warm, plump cock. He was delicate, fucking her slowly, planting wet kisses on her flushed skin. She knew her sleep was gone now if only because of the smell; she was reeking of sex. She took a noseful of the strong scent of her lust and softly moaned in delight. She was close. She could tell just by the fragranced air, never mind her pussy was smoldering with need.

she gurgled around Fernand’s pounding shaft, her eyes watering with lust. Before long, she shoved herself up and straddled a thick, bearded brute lying beneath her in a reverse-cowgirl. She hocked a thick glob of spit into her palms, slathering it over her cunt for lube, then slammed down hard, impaling her on his rigid cock until the fat head punched her cervix. "Oooohh," her lips pursed in a slutty O of bliss, and she started bucking her hips wild, up and down.

"Yes... yes..." She imagined him leaning over her, his body covering hers, his weight pressing her into the chair. The fantasy was so vivid, so real, that she could almost feel his weight on her. She could smell the scent of him, crisp and clean, with a hint of old books and rain. She imagined his breath hot against her neck as he whispered, "You're so tight around me."

“Boss man is totally smitten with you.” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts. Yeah, right. He’s only doing this because I’m mad at him. Because he's scared I won't take him back. And maybe then I would have worked. Too bad Tamer talked some sense into me last night. “Smitten,” I say flatly, grabbing a mug, “is one word I’ll never use to describe Dmitry’s feelings for me.” Jerry chuckles like he knows something I don’t. “What's so funny?”

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.