Romance Short Stories For Adults Novels & Stories

I asked and boldly asked her about her work. "What do you mean 'no more'? What was happening there, by the way?" She curiously asked, and I grunted. "Ugh! I am not really satisfied. I mean... There should be more than just them kissing, right? This one is an adult romance book, isn't it? Where's the spice? And look at this. The word count for this chapter didn't reach your average count. It is way shorter than the rest, Oj. You should do something more with this scene." I explained with a bit of frustration, and she looked at me with her right eyebrow raised.

Inviting and urging him to ruin me, right there on the couch. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered. I didn’t. His mouth found mine—rougher than Cane’s ever was, tasting of scotch and pent-up everything. His hands roamed freely under my shirt, his calloused palms on my skin. I arched into him, “Hmm, yess.” I moaned straight into his ears as his fingers slipped beneath my shorts, finding me already wet. We didn’t make it to a bedroom. Right there on the couch, with Cane asleep two floors up, Zac pushed my shorts down, freed himself, and sank into me, slow—inch by thick inch—eyes locked on mine the whole time.

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“A young woman like you — twenty-five, beautiful, full of life — shouldn’t have to go to bed unsatisfied every night.” My breath caught. The words were direct, but spoken so calmly they sent heat rushing between my legs. I pressed my thighs together, suddenly very aware of how thin my shorts were. “I… I don’t know what you mean,” I whispered. He set the glass down and leaned forward slightly. “I mean a woman like you deserves to be touched properly. To be kissed slowly. To be fucked until she can’t walk straight the next morning.” His voice dropped lower. “Not left aching and frustrated because her husband is too tired.”

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Ellis remained kneeling, spreading her legs wider, kissing the inside of her thighs as Roman positioned himself at her entrance. “You’re still leaking,” Ellis observed with a smirk. “We can’t have that.” Roman slid into her with a single, slow thrust, filling her to the hilt, his cock claiming every inch of her stretched, needy heat. She gasped, nails digging into the armrests as he began to move, his strokes deep and punishing, each thrust forcing soft whimpers from her lips.

"I kind of have this thing. I don't really go out with guys my own age." "Now that I find it really hard to believe." "I don't know what it is. Young guys, they just... They don't know how to... How to make love or how to make a woman feel good." His eyebrows shot up, surprise mingling with desire in his stare. "I really wasn't expecting that." "I'm just speaking frankly." "I mean, that's all right. We're all adults here, right?" "Right." She stepped closer, her voice dropping, heart pounding as she pointed at her tits, the gesture bold and unapologetic. "I've seen the way you've looked at these."

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.

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He made me ride him on one of the dining chairs, my tits bouncing in his face while I tried desperately not to moan too loudly. By the time we finally slowed down, I was a wrecked, cum-soaked mess. My robe was gone. My body was covered in his marks. My pussy was swollen and constantly leaking his multiple loads onto the expensive floor. Luca pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. “This is just the beginning,” he whispered. “Every night your husband goes to bed early, I’m going to be right here, fucking you in his kitchen, on his table, in his house.”