Novel & Cerita Romantic Erotica

A real fucking cock that could pulse and throb, read me, become one with me, and then release all of that pent-up passion deep in the parched throat or in my now moist, warm pussy. I almost sat and fucking rubbed one out right there at the bar. Damn. It had been so long since I’d heard anything of the sort. Sure, I read my romance novels and watched some p**n, but it was all fake, and I knew it. This was real. This was happening.

He forced himself to ask as he trailed wet kisses down the nape of her neck. She rolled her eyes. "Why do you keep spoiling the mood, Ryder?" This time she rolled over, pinning him to the bed and she let her hand guide his prick into her tight hole. Ryder had his eyes shut for a while, this was explicitly satisfying. He had never made love to a woman so he would in the past never be able to describe that scintillating feeling elicited from a romance. When she started to buck against him, he thought he would lose his senses. He was floating on cloud nine and needed as much time not to get lost in the abyss.

I held his shoulders as my legs shivered and I cried out in ecstasy. “Tell me Elena, did you miss me?” he asked with a low seductive voice. “Tell me how you missed me stroking your wet pussy” he said. “I missed you Nate, I missed fucking you” I cried out. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked, withdrawing his hand. “Don’t stop touching me Nate, fuck me please.” I begged, shamelessly. “That’s nice to hear” he said and he pushed me to the wall, he went down on his raising one of my legs and placing it on his shoulder. Then he buried his face into my fucking pussy

I pounded into her, hard and fast, each thrust driving out every last bit of restraint I had left. She was too warm. Too tight. Too perfect. Sin never felt this good. "You think this will cleanse you?" I hissed, teeth grazing her ear. "Letting me ruin you like this?" She nodded—shaking, helpless, a mess beneath my touch. But I knew better. She wasn't here for redemption. She was here to drag me down with her. And I was letting her. Gladly. She clenched around me, her body spasming as she came with a muffled whimper against my hand. That was all it took.

Just enough to make her hips jerk. “Shit,” Mikayla gasped, breaking the kiss. “That good?” “I didn’t know it could feel like that without even...” she cut off with another whimper as Rita rubbed slow circles against the wet fabric. “Oh, sweetheart.” Rita’s voice went dark, sultry. “You have no idea what your body can do.” Mikayla clutched her shoulders tighter. “Show me.” Rita kissed her again, longer this time, tongue teasing, her free hand cupping Mikayla’s jaw while the other continued its gentle torment. She was deliberate, controlled, never rushing.

“Erotic romance is a difficult theme to work with, and few are the talented writers who understand the essence of the theme. I deeply respect those who write, break taboos, and surpass their barriers!” Winking at me, Patrik approached again, making me take a few steps back until I fell into the executive chair. He crouched in front of me, placing his hands on my knees. “And I'm curious about the rest of your book, Mrs. Lis… We'll work on this project every day after work, and don't worry.” Smiling seductively, he added, “Your overtime will be well rewarded.” Squeezing a little higher on my thighs, he stood up and left the room, leaving me paralyzed and excited by his words.

“Inside. Now.” I followed her into the bedroom. She stripped me slowly, her hands lingering on every inch of skin. When I was naked, she pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, straddling my hips. She sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, taking every inch of me into her tight heat. “Fuck,” I groaned. Elena rode me with slow, rolling hips. Her moans filled the room, low and throaty. “Ahh… yes, fuck… your cock feels sooo fucking deep Alpha.”

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

"Alone at Last" TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. " Xavier's POV " For months she had been my obsession.

The warm, soft feeling made my whole body tremble. It felt so good. That intense wave of pleasure shot through me like electricity. I gripped the edge of the bed and swallowed hard, afraid to even make a sound. Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire. I couldn't hold back anymore. I pushed Lauren down beneath me and pressed against her with all my strength. She opened herself to me. We spent the next few hours together. When we finally stopped, it was already 3:00 am. Lauren and I fell into a deep sleep.