Romantic Fantasy List Novels & Stories

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~ Mafia Romance 6| A Game With No Rules ~ Mafia Romance 7| HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. Don't forget to follow me on lnstagram Castiel.Lj.

I dipped one finger in, slow, circling my entrance, gathering the wetness. Steve’s tongue, God, his tongue. Flat and relentless, lapping from bottom to top, flicking my clit until my hips bucked. I mimicked it now, sliding my finger up to that sensitive nub, rubbing in slow, firm circles. Pleasure sparked, low and building, my breath hitching. Josh entered the fantasy then. Tall, scarred, his big hands cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples until they peaked hard. I used my free hand to push my blouse open, bra unclasped with a quick flick.

Your person is coming. She smiled. “Thank you.” He nodded, “Go home, young lady.” Kisha stood, then hesitated. Can I ask you something? “Of course.” Why did you stop to help me? He looked at her as though the answers were obvious. “Because you needed help.” Nothing more. No price, no expectation, no demand, just kindness. Kisha’s eyes filled again. She understood then. That was what Morgan had given her. That was what she had been searching for. Love that didn’t come with a contract, care that didn’t have conditions and a place where she didn’t have to perform to deserve belonging.

The air warmed. Not burning. Inviting. And then— She stepped through. Not a towering inferno. Not horned or monstrous. She appeared as a woman. Tall. Elegant. Radiant in a way that did not require light. Hair like flowing obsidian threaded with faint starlight. Eyes not red— But ancient amber, lit from within by something predating fire. When she smiled, it wasn’t cruel. It was knowing. Lucifer. Not ruler of hell. Not enemy of heaven.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Her lips parted, her teeth grazing her lower lip as she bit down, her nipples hard. The sight of her fingers working her wet, willing flesh drove him to the brink of madness. His own hand mirrored hers, stroking furiously, his skin slick with sweat and precum. He could imagine the feel of her, the impossible softness, the searing heat, the way her body would clench around him. His mind spun a web of vivid, illicit fantasies. He saw her hand on him, her fingers stroking his length. He saw her lips, red and parted, closing around the head of his cock.

A beast to her. Damon: Ask Maxwell to do as I said yesterday. I want every detail and that be a true one. His man nodded saying yes to him and dashed to Maxwell to convey the message... He stared at the girl for some quality time and then sighed. Damon: Something is not right because my princess is liking these flowers too much while Liliana hates them as she's allergic from white flowers. Believe me. Save me. Love me. That was the things she wished but how fate played her by granting absolutely opposite.

I became freeze and couldn't move an inch. As I was scared so I closed my eyes tightly. But didn't felt anything. Then I slowly opened my eyes and saw that his face was very close to mine and was looking at me. Then he brought his lips near my ears and chanted something which I couldn't understand. But slowly my head began to feel dizzy. My eyelids became heavy and I fought to keep them open, but I couldn't. But before I fell into a deep slumber, I felt as if someone picked me up and then everything became dark.

I let the fantasy run where it wanted to run, my own hands moving with a will that had nothing to do with reason, feeling the silk of the nightgown and underneath it my own warmth, the deep persistent pull that had been building since a seascape in a gallery and had not once let me entirely alone since. My breath came uneven in the dark of the empty room. My back arched and I pressed my lips together and thought about storm-dark eyes and a voice like rough silk and the word someday spoken with the certainty of a man who meant it, and let the wanting crest and break through me in a wave that I rode with my jaw set and my breath swallowed and my body finally, finally saying the same thing my m