Romance Smut Manga Novels & Stories

“You’ll tear her apart, you fools!” “She’s not made of glass,” Rafael growled. His eyes fell on my pussy as Damien notched a finger against the clothes, throbbing cunt, and I saw the stars. “She’s made to be filled.” My breath hitched, and my body arched when Lucien’s mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard, tongue swirling over my buds. His touch burned every inch of my skin and made me moan. “Look at her,” Damien groaned after he pushed my panties aside, looking fascinated. “Her body wants this. Wants all of us.”

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

she mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep. He gave a one-shoulder shrug, eyes unreadable. “I toasted.” A small, surprised laugh escaped her lips. It felt strange, foreign. Like her body wasn’t used to it anymore. She sat up slowly, brushing tangled hair behind her ear. The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was fragile, healing. Her smile faded. “I’m sorry, Damien. For... doubting you.” He didn’t flinch. Just reached for her hand, his fingers wrapping around hers like a silent vow.

Marcus stared in wonder as Jeremy stuck out his tongue and ran a full, lresssing swirl around his tip, tasting his precum and swallowing. Her jerked as the pressure sent waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, his ass muscles tightening. He reached down and flattened his palms behind Jeremy’s head, urging his head back down. “Go on,” he whispered, his eyes dark and heavy, “I love the way your mouth feels around my cock.” These dirty words aroused Jeremy even more, and he drove the cock into his mouth, until it hit the back of his throat. An even louder groan skipped out of Marcus’s mouth, his eyes rolling backwards. “Fuck, baby. That hit the spot.”

“Fuck! I’m close... gonna explode all over this perfect rack.” Elina’s lips brushed the tip again and again, feather-light kisses turning fervent as she sensed his impending release, her love pouring into every touch. With a guttural snarl, he pulled back just enough, fisting the base of his cock as it pulsed free from her cleavage. Thick ropes of hot cum erupted from the slit, splattering across her tits in heavy streaks, coating her nipples, dripping down the curves, pooling in the hollow of her throat. “Take it all, you cum-hungry slut! Look at that, marked like my property.”

“Oh god… fuck me, Mr. Collins… please! Give me your cock!” My fingers moved frantically, curling and thrusting while my thumb rubbed my swollen clit in tight circles. I was so close, moaning shamelessly now. “Yes… deeper… fuck your little virgin, Mr. Collins!” The bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Ria stood there in her tiny sleep shorts and tank top, arms crossed, an amused smirk on her lips as she watched me finger-fucking myself desperately. “Wow. Screaming my dad’s name while you finger your tight little pussy? That’s next-level thirsty, Maya.”

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

She shook her head and acted innocent but the way she was trying to hide that teasing smile made me roll my eyes. “Yeah. But your face says otherwise.” Her smile turned into a beam. That smile infected me like a powerful virus. Earlier we were crying, silent, then now we’re smiling at each other like idiots. “So, now that you know… What are you planning to do?” “I don’t know.” I took another sip on my coffee. “I never even thought he would like me to be honest.” Mira softly slapped her forehead. “You…! You thick-headed, clueless writer! How ironic that you didn’t know, knowing that you have written numerous romance story?! There were plenty of circumstances that Heiji showed his true feeling

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

I took my seat and then I erupted into laughter. "How bold that was, damn" He said to me as he sucked his lips in admiration. "You looked hot back there, I loved how fierce you looked" 'Goodness gracious' I certainly have impressed this one. I hope this sudden energy of mine doesn't get subdued. "You think so, you ain't mad at all?" I asked him. From his looks, I knew he wasn't mad at me, but I didn't wanted to seem ungrateful. It wasn't an intended mistake, certainly he did understood that.