Novel & Cerita Romance Books With Smut

” I run my tongue along the lacey edge of her panties, a few inches below her belly button. “You’re thinking I couldn’t possibly read smut, and you’re trying to judge yourself against all the super sexy book boyfriends out there. The thing about books is that they give people something to fantasize over. Something they might not want in real life, and that’s what makes it sexy. It’s something to take yourself out of your existential, boring, mundane world for a while and put you somewhere else. Well, I do read romance. I even read erotica. That being said, it’s not real, and I don’t expect it to be. You’re real, and I want to enjoy this. With you. I have no high standards to measure you agai

I'm dizzy, overwhelmed by the scent and taste of him. "Such a desperate little slut," Tom laughs, spanking me hard enough to leave a sting. I choke and drool all over Richard's cock, feeling my cunt get shamelessly wetter. "Let's see how much you can take," Richard grunts, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp for air. He jerks himself in front of my mouth, and I stare up at him with pleading eyes while he fondles his cock, rubbing it on my lips. Tom nudges my legs further apart and kneels behind me, spreading me open with his fingers.

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

In fact it was getting pretty obvious that I could do more than spank it to her, she was giving some pretty clear signals. As I sat up and clicked save on my latest Miss Ross driven story it occurred to me that I probably should get something going with Kim and give up on my stupid fantasies. I'd been watching and writing too much p**n lately. I minimized the screen on "Special" and stared at the next document which was my goofy vampire story for the group. As I read the uninspiring words I realized it could be a decent story if I tossed some hot sex in there. I doubted that Miss Ross would appreciate that though. I grinned as I thought that in any scenario I could envision she would not onl

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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.

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.

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.”

Sarah came again, screaming obscenities at the ceiling of the bedroom. When the orgasm finally subsided, she withdrew her fingers. They were slick from her juices and his seed. She stared at the mixture in contemplation, remembering when he had made her swallow his load. She hated the taste of cum and hated him for making her do it. She slipped her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean.

The love in his thrusts creates a stunning contrast to the raw smut of the moment. He pulls out suddenly. He flips me onto my back. My legs dangle off the edge of the desk. He spreads me wide open. His dark eyes drink in the sight of my dripping pussy. He dives in without hesitation. His tongue laps at my slick folds. He sucks my clit hard. The intense suction pulls another sharp cry from my lips. My hips buck up toward his mouth. His fingers plunge deep into me. He uses three at once. They stretch me open. He pumps them fast. The wet squelch fills the air. I grab fistfuls of his hair. I pull him even closer. I taste my own arousal on his lips when he rises up to kiss me. The romance deepens