Romance Sex Novels & Stories

“You mean the trauma or the sex?” “Both. But mostly the sex.” “Ugh,” I rolled my eyes. “It was… fine. Moody. Like he was auditioning for a perfume ad but in bed.” “Moody sex is so overhyped,” Rhea sighed. “Give me a man who laughs during foreplay and eats my pussy like his rent depends on it.” “RH—” “I SAID WHAT I SAID.” I was wheezing. “You need help.” “I need a man who knows how to make pancakes and doesn’t ghost me after three days. Speaking of, did you even finish, or was he one of those ‘Did you cum?’ types?”

THEMES: Possessiveness, Public Defense and Confrontation, Bullying Retaliation, Locker room sex, Romance, Double love, Threesome, Reverse Harem, Males- X- Female, Love Confession. KINKS: Body Worship, Eye Contact, Forehead Kisses, Praise Kink, Twin Doms, Afterglow, Gentle Dom, Firm Dom, Service Dom, Willing Sub, Intense sex, Love making, Dirty Talk, Oral sex, Public sex, Moist sex, Sweetening Lubricant use, Blow Job, Pussy eating, Biting, Hickeys/ love bites, Peppered Kisses.

"I'm clear about my expectations. No strings, no complications." I rolled my eyes. "Of course. Heaven forbid the great Alexander Carter might have to deal with a woman's feelings." "You say that like it's a bad thing." He took another sip of coffee. "We both get what we want. They get a night with me, I get..." "Their bodies," I finished for him. "An experience," he corrected. "Mutual pleasure without the messiness of emotions." I snorted. "So romantic." "Romance is overrated. Sex isn't."

He rubbed his face then stood sideways so he was facing away from me. “What I am trying to say is I want us to keep having sex,” he said and faced me. “We are going to be married to each other for who knows how long. We’ve had sex and I was wondering if it would be okay to make each other our sex partner… I… Sandy, being with you in that way feels so good. I feel complete when we have sex. I know it’s like us being friends with benefits but… Argh! Never mind, it sounds so weird.”

It curved right inside of her, her juice splashed all over the base of my cock, the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. “Ronan,” the woman groaned. “Fuck me harder, Ronan.” I shut my eyes tight, both hands grabbed her waist and pushed it harder against my cock. “Ronan….” She drawled. Her body vibrated under me, she flung the gun onto the pillow ahead of her. She came hard, whimpering and grunting like she was passing out. “Shut up… It's a hate sex!” I hated that I was banging this woman, the thought of June filled my mind with each thrust I gave her, all I could see was June's face when she splashed her juice all over me in the kitchen.

"How romantic. You make it sound like a business transaction." Adriano smirked, unbothered by her barb. He could read the sarcasm in her tone. He smirked. "A little correction, babygirl. I was never one for romance. Never believed in it and never pretended otherwise. It's always been about sex, sex and only sex, nothing else. I’ve fucked a dozen of women before your mother but none of them were enough to truly satisfy me or bear the intensity of what I need, what I demand.” Anny's breathing had become noticeably shallower. Her nipples were hard peaks beneath her bikini top and he knew it wasn't from the cold water.

I didn’t want her to have to relive that by talking about it. “So, the vamps don’t jerk off to porn, then?” I said light heartedly. “That’s such a disgusting thought,” she giggled. “No, they don’t. They enjoy sex, but they don’t go all goo goo over it like it’s forbidden fruit and they’ve gotten one over on you by having it. They’re open and free about it.” “I don’t understand.” “They have sex, just to have sex. It isn’t necessarily about love,” she explained. “It’s about giving and getting pleasure that comes naturally with the act.”

Roman said, and immediately she felt something rubbing against her wet hole. In the next second, Nicole opened her eyes to see Roman's face before her. Her head bent down to see that he had his shaft positioned at her crotch. Her eyes widened, realizing they were about to have sex. For a moment, Roman thought she was about to change her mind. However, she pleaded, "Take me." She said, in a croaky tone as she rubbed against Roman's hardened shaft. Her wet juices coated his engorged member. "This is what you want, baby." Roman said and immediately plunged into her wet hole. His lips descended on her neck and for a moment, he could feel a barrier.

I want you to fuck my pussy while you suck my nipples and bite at the little rings. ‘And?’ Ross said, his face impassive as he forked up the spicy tomato sauce. ‘And...and...I want you to push a finger into my anus, while you suck my clitoris and lick up my juices. I want to make you come inside me.’ Stacey squirmed on the cool seat, pressing her pouting, thickened sex-lips against the now warm wood. Her juices had seeped down to pool on the chair. She could hardly believe she was saying these things. They usually didn’t speak during sex. But that was then. Somehow this was now —a new time. A time of endless possibilities. Lord, what a birthday this was turning out to be!

After the shower, he would either go to the office to work or leave the house entirely. There were no cuddles. No kisses. No soft touches or caresses. No sweet or dirty talk. Our sex was just that: sex. Swift, formulaic, and completely unromantic. The only time I got what novels always talk about was when we first slept together and he thought I was Emma. That was a long time ago. And over the years, he has proven that he isn’t a bad sexual partner; it’s just me he didn’t want. “Are you ready to see what I have to show?” he asks.