Romance Books With Smut Novels & Stories

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.

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.

Olivia started, raising her own hand, but before she could finish the threat, Liam walked closer to where we were. His presence seemed to fill the hallway, drawing attention away from the drama and toward him. The crowd shifted and parted, giving him a clear path. I could smell his cologne even from a few feet away, that familiar scent that had surrounded me all night and morning. "There's nothing wrong with reading romance novels with a little smut," Liam said, his voice carrying clearly over the noise of the crowd. I hadn't even noticed him pick up my book from where it had fallen, but there it was in his hand, looking small against his long fingers. "If you have a problem with it, it's no

Smith with a weak tone covered with pleasure. Sarah said “your lips are saying no but your dick keeps begging for my attention.” She continued sucking and rubbing it faster in an attempt to taste his cum spew on her tongue. Mr. Smith gently placed his hand on her head and tilted his head back in consent of the pleasure he was feeling. He grabbed a handful of her blond hair and stuck his dick further in her mouth as he sprayed his cum deep in her mouth forcing her to pull his dick out and cough. She coughed up the cum she was unable to swallow properly and played with it on her tongue to soften It up and separate the particles to swallow plus she loved the taste of his cum on her tongue.

Tous les Mêmes by Stormae TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains, SA, r*pe, abuse, violence, gore, explicit sexual content/smut, drug use. profanity, trauma and toxic masculinity. This is a mafia romance, with a pinch of humor here and there. This book is not meant to be standalone. This is a mafia book that may contain a lot of fluff for entertainment purposes. You've been warned. Enjoy. ;) Oh! And also, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment/reviews.

Why does the thought of me belonging to him turn me on so much? “You’re out of your mind if you really think that.” “How about this?” He lifts his head and locks eyes with me. “If I can make you cum in one minute, you’re mine.” I snort. “You’re good but you’re not that good.” “Do we have a deal? Yes or no?” “Yes,” I say with a smug smirk because I know there’s no way he’s getting me off in such short time. It’s never happened before.

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

he grunted. The obscene sounds of our lovemaking echoed in the enclosed space. We were joined everywhere, his lips devouring mine and nipping me roughly. His cock massaging my pussy with its impossible girth. A hand rolling my nipple and the other teasing my clit in steady circles. My arms scratching every uncovered part of his skin, his face. So this is what heaven tastes like? My pussy pulsed and squeezed with his steady thrusts. “Are you going to cum on me, Rosa?” he breathed in my ear. “Go on then. Cover me with your cum.”

But with him, I felt seen, desired. He groaned, low and tortured, his grip tightening. “God, girl, you're killing me. You're beautiful, smart... but I'm your stepdad. This is wrong.” Yet his body betrayed him, leaning closer, breath mingling with mine. The scent of him, sawdust, soap, man…filled my lungs. “Wrong feels right sometimes,” I said, echoing words I'd read in forbidden books, the ones that made me touch myself at night thinking of him. I closed the gap, pressing my lips to his.

He said whether sinister smile and I feel my cheeks become a tomato red like I’m giving a competition to a rose flower. We didn’t speak as he is enjoying my coffee and he offered sometimes to take a few sips but I denied. After few minutes of comfortable silence he again said. “Why you always read these kind of books and that too romantic novel….GOD, I hate romantic novels they are too clingy to read.” he made a disgusting face by looking at my rated novel. I smile looking at him making different faces and replied.