Romans & histoires Romance Spicy Book Pages

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

I looked at Wyatt, who was appraising me with narrowed eyes. “What? She forgets I can smell her all over the books and I know what ones are naughty, because well ya know,” I leaned over and tossed him a book from the pile. I had started reading the backs of things so I purposely incorporated a little spice in her life. He looked at the title, then skimmed the back of the book, it was some mafia romance. His brows raised, I shrugged.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

Suddenly, he wanted to have a look at her without her spectacles, so he exhaled hot air onto her spectacles. The white mist covered her lenses, and she was irritated. She took off her specs and shouted angrily, “Are you out of your mind?” He did not care that she scolded him as he looked like a hungry wolf that spotted its prey. Gorgeous! Such beauty! Christina was stunning even though she did not have any makeup on her! He swallowed his saliva and instantly started flirting with her. “Christina, you’re so pretty. I’m in love with you.” She was startled for a second and immediately put on her specs to block his pervy sight.

a few more hours passed slowly as the guest left and went home to his own hotel so kiro and I also left to go to our hotel ************ When we entered, Kiro immediately locked the door and he immediately approached and pulled me. he kissed me passionately and he helped me to undress my gown, his lips dropped to my breast and he gently sucked my breast like a child, when he finished there he immediately carried me to the bed and he separated my leg and he kissed me on my vagina like there's no tomorrow, when he stop kissing my vagina he inserted his tongue on my vagina and he twisted his tongue around it. "Ohhhh" I moaned

I melt into it, opening for his tongue, tasting salt and sweat and the heady flavor of our passion. When he finally breaks the kiss, his eyes are molten. He releases my throat. I fall back to the bed, my face presses into the pillow, ass in the air, thighs still shaking. His hand comes down hard on my right cheek, a sharp, stinging spank that makes me yelp and moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. The sound echoes in the quiet room. He groans low in his throat, then delivers another, harder, on the left. My skin blooms hot and pink under his palm.

Roman growled, his deep voice dropping into a rough vibration of pure, hungry satisfaction. His slate-gray eyes burned down into hers, darker than she had ever seen them, flashing with a deadly mix of pride and wild lust. He didn't give her a single second to answer. He leaned down and captured her mouth in a fierce, bruising kiss that took her breath away. His tongue surged past her lips without warning, claiming her mouth with an intense, wild hunger that tasted of raw victory and absolute possession. Mila whined against his lips, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she kissed him back with equal heat, letting the high-stakes corporate rush bleed into pure, raw desire.

I watched it dazed and hazy disbelief as a thick line of spit landed on my core. Damian spat on me, on my pussy before he slammed right into me again. It was almost like I could feel it dripped down, mixing with my arousal as he fucked his spit into me. It was obscene and filthy, and my toes curled in a desperate attempt to not cum at that moment. “Sir–” I started pathetically, my voice cracking. “P-Please–” Damian didn't answer, and instead, he just buried his face in my neck again. I felt his teeth nip at the skin, the action almost like a warning before he bit down harshly.

He handed it to me, and I accepted it. He poured more wine into my glass while discussing the book's contents. Then, things got heated when I saw a smutty book on his desk that I had already read. I stood up, went over to his desk, and picked up the book. “You weren’t joking with what you said…” I said with a smile. He stood up too and took the book, which had tabs sticking out from the pages. “I’ve marked the ones with spice… Do you want to do what’s in this filthy book?” he teased. I bit my lip and nodded. He immediately kissed me, and I responded with all my heart.