Novel & Cerita Romance Spicy Book Pages

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.

My pulse hammered in my ears as I flipped it open near the middle while my eyes scanned the elegant handwriting across the pages. "She is just twenty, shy, innocent the type of girl who smiles so innocently when someone looks at her tits for so long. I want to ruin that innocence slowly and filthy. Spread her legs wide on my desk and teach her how to take every inch of my cock down to her tight throat until she gags and drools, spit running down her chin. I want to watch her pussy stretch around me while she cries and calls me daddy, begging me to pump her full of cum until her belly swells with my baby and everyone knows who owns that cunt of hers." Heat rushed straight to my face, then dri

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

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I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

“Please don't slow down. Fuck me hard.” He obliged, hips slamming against mine with enough force to rock the desk. “That's it,” Mr. Sinclair urged. “Don't let that arse go.” My lips moved out of their own accord, moaning helplessly as I shut my eyes, the pleasure frying my brain cells. A fierce rush of heat flooded through my system, my pulse thundering through every inch of me. The room was thick with the scent of sex and stale sweat, and I almost shattered to the sounds of my pussy squelching shamelessly as his wet cock rammed into my dripping coochie.

His sweet perfume filled my nose, almost intoxicating. Shivers ran down my spine, my eyes slid close. There was no way I was losing this chance. I needed to grab it. It was my chance. He pressed his hand pressed against my collarbone, his lips melted on mine. He sucked on my lips savouring every bit of me. His other hand, placed softly on my cheek. His breath tickled my upper jaw. Sending shivers down my spine, I could feel the spark in my vein. I thrusted my tongue into his mouth.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.