Novel & Cerita Romantic Adult Stories

WARNING: Dark Romance, Dubious Consent (Drugging/Somnophilia), Supernatural/Beast Content, Choking, Spanking, Breeding, Marking/Biting, Light Bondage, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Creampies, All Holes Used. The morning light was a cruel interloper, filtering through the lace curtains of our bedroom. I stood in the doorway, already dressed in my woodsman's flannel and heavy boots, watching Lyra stir. To any outsider, I was the picture of a doting husband, but the memory of her muffled screams and the way I had filled her pussy and ass with my supernatural seed just hours ago made my skin tingle with a secret, dark delight.

"It's just this once, and it's the weekend. I already slept at your place, so why don't we both feel good?" It was hilarious how much rationality she was putting into this. Katharina's triple IQ was at work, and gazing at him under her long lashes, she got down on her knees and pulled down his zipper, parting her lips, "You teach Romantic Movement. Isn't it about not letting society dictate what we should do? I'm twenty-five, and you already jerked off with my panties." And he could say something else, she pulled down his underwear, her nipples hardening as he sprang out hard, thick and fucking long.

**HotFantasy88:** Fuck, Susan. That dildo is going to look incredible stretching your tight little pussy. Set up the new light and tripod. I want another private call. I’ll tip $800 this time if you ride it for me, wear the red set, and get really loud and nasty. Tell me how bad you need real cock while you fuck yourself.

He wanted to see her nipples scraping against the desk as he hammered into her from behind, his balls slapping against her thighs in a relentless, rhythmic assault. "You’re going to take every inch of it, Jane Doe," he muttered, his hand moving in a frantic, blurred motion. He was feral now, his fantasies shifting from the library to his own bed, imagining her legs hooked over his shoulders while he worked her clit and fucked her ass at the same time. He wanted to see her face get red, her eyes watering as he bottomed out in her bowels, stretching her into a messy, broken puddle of a girl. He was right on the edge, his heart hammering against his ribs like a basketball hitting the hardwood.

No part of this work may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted without the author’s written permission. This is a dark romance collection. In these stories, you will be fascinated by the dominance, fierce desire, obsession, and all-inclusive encircling control exerted by strong and powerful men. Love is gritty, problematic, and will test every last boundary. While walking into this journey…powerful and obsessive love will spark and thrill you, I beg you to take care of yourself while reading. Your physical and emotional safety is my number one priority, and if the passion at any point becomes too much, I encourage you to take a break. POINT OF VIEWS

The private dungeon room smelled of polished leather, faint incense, and raw anticipation. Soft red lighting bathed the space in warmth, highlighting the St. Andrew’s cross, the padded bench, and the heavy oak table where various implements waited. At 26, Lena had dreamed of this moment for months. Tonight, in this soundproofed sanctuary, she would finally be collared by Marcus, her dominant, her lover, the man who had slowly peeled back every layer of her control until she craved nothing more than to surrender it completely.

Sharon giggled. “You know what the good news is? We can have as many as we want. Together.” She kissed Beth’s lips with light feathery touches that were more affectionate. “And trust me, we’re going to have a lot of sex together from now on. You’re so gorgeous.” Beth slid into her arms and the two women laid together, kissing gently and talking about how amazing it was feeling their bodies together. They started to talk about fantasies and things that they wanted to explore. And the fact they still had two nights remaining to spend together in the hotel suite in paradise.

I wanted to heal their old wounds. That night, the hunger inside us came back with a fierce power. They did not even wait to go up to the bedroom. They took my body right there in the big, dark living room on the velvet couch. This time, the lovemaking was much slower and filled with deep emotion. They held me tightly, kissing me like I was the most precious, fragile thing in the entire world. I came many times into the quiet night, whispering Alexander and Damien’s names over and over again into the darkness.

He thrust into her in one deep stroke, groaning at how perfectly she wrapped around him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, starting to move with powerful strokes. “This pussy was made for me.” Mia wrapped her legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. “Harder, baby. Fuck me harder.” Damien pounded into her relentlessly, the bed shaking with every thrust. He flipped her onto all fours, pulled her hair, and took her from behind like an animal — deep, brutal strokes that made her scream in pleasure. “You’re going to be my wife,” he groaned, spanking her ass. “I’m going to put a baby in you, sweetheart. Fill you up every night until you’re carrying our child.”

He slammed back inside me, fucking me deep in missionary while staring into my eyes. “Tell me how much you needed this,” he demanded, grinding against my clit. “I needed it so badly,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. “I’ve been fantasizing about your cock since the first flight.” He pounded me relentlessly, the couch creaking beneath us. I came a third time, my pussy gushing around him as I cried out. Damien groaned and filled me with his first load, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep inside me. But he was far from finished.