Novel & Cerita Romance Spicy Book Pages

“So fucking bad. I’ve been dripping since you made that call this morning.” Roman lifted me onto the desk, spreading my thighs wide. He dropped to his knees right there, suit pants still on, and buried his face between my legs. My hips bucked against his mouth, juices coating his chin. He didn’t stop, just licked and fingered me faster, growling every time I clenched around him. The wet sounds filled the office, obscene and loud. I came hard on his tongue, thighs shaking around his head, crying out his name. He stood up, cock already out, thick and veiny, pre uk at the tip. “Turn around. Bend over the desk.”

Charlotte woke to the slow, deliberate lash of a tongue against her clit. The sensation hit like a spark… sharp, electric and unexpected. Her body responded before her mind fully caught up: a soft gasp escaped her lips, hips lifting instinctively toward the source of pleasure. The tip of that same tongue flicked over the swollen bud repeatedly… teasing strokes that sent zinging sensations racing through her core, down her thighs and up her spine. Each flick was precise, maddening, designed to make her ache without mercy

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

“She feeds on cracks.” Serena met his eyes, her chest tightening. “Maybe she doesn’t have to try very hard.” His gaze darkened, his fingers sliding to the back of her neck, drawing her close enough that her pulse stuttered. “Careful,” he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. “You’re starting to sound like you don’t know if you want to kiss me… or slap me.” Her lips parted, her words lost somewhere between defiance and desire. And then, just as suddenly, he stepped back, the warmth severed.

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”

His eyes, two dark embers, say it all: I need you now. I don't move. Not right away. I see his pupils dilate, eager. She licks her lips, and this time, it's me who's losing my patience. With a sudden movement, I grabbed her by the waist, my fingers digging into the silk of her dress as if I could tear it just by touching it. She gasps as I pin her against the wall, the cold marble against her back, her breasts crushed against my chest. His mouth opens beneath mine before I even kiss him, his lips soft and warm, his tongue seeking mine with a desperation that makes me groan. She has this taste, this mixture of red wine and something darker, more personal, as if her desire had an aftertaste of

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

She flipped it open to a random page, curious to see what was inside. She skimmed a few lines and quickly closed it again, a faint smile on her lips. “Looks like he really read this book,” she murmured under her breath, setting it on the bed. The page she’d opened to describe a sexual scene: the protagonist caressing the other character’s intimate parts in a not-at-all-discreet location. The image brought back exactly what Adam had done to her in the dining room—the bold touch, the risk, the pleasure that had left her trembling. Heat rose through her body again just from the memory.

Her eyes scoured through each and every word, breath slow as she pictured what each scene looked like. “You are mine, Evelyn. Every last inch of you. And I’ll make sure I go so deep, that it’s basically imprinted in your mind.” She pressed her thighs together, feeling a wave of heat run right straight to her core. She couldn’t get all horny now. Not when it was a public setting. They’re definitely going to go at it hard, she thought to herself as she flipped the next page. She’d gone through a major part of the book now and there were only a few pages left. Now if she could just get to her last class—