Romantic Porn Story Novels & Stories

I don't care whatever way she does it, but this is my fantasy, which I need to fulfill. "Hey!" I called at her just as she was at the door. She turned, tears in her eyes, but I don't care. She can cry blood if she wants. "I don't do forced sex. Convince her. It has to be consensual, okay? Now use the door, please." I smiled wryly, and she stomped out. I could hear her faint whimper as she jammed the door. I burst into mockery laughter at the pitiful and pathetic girl. I really wish this was my mate acting this way. That maid is really beautiful, even with her tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

“Seriously? Are we in grade school again?” Dee shrugged and gave me a coy smile. “I need to live vicariously through you, Wren. Baron is the only fucking man I want, but marriage has worn our sex life down to a grind—a boring, monotonous grind. Add the attempts at baby-making and romance and passion have fucking left the building. I need these dirty stories to get me through.”

I was drooling, unable to think clearly; the only thing in my mind was how good he felt in this position. Touching every part of me. It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar knot building in my stomach again. “Come for me again… you’re doing so well, taking everything I give you,” he said, bringing his hand down to play with my slit. With those words, I came—this time harder than before. Exhausted, I fell forward as he continued thrusting. I felt his movements slow slightly, and I felt him grow even harder inside me. “Fuck—I am close. I am going to put my seed in you,” he said, kissing my earlobe before whispering, “Do you want me to make you the mother of my pups? Do you want me to m

Yes , ma’am. Dante began thrusting into her, giving her slow deep strokes that drove her crazy. Still looking deep into each other’s eyes, he picked up the pace and her sighs and moans mixed with his groans echoed off the backroom like forbidden music. She couldn’t care less if anyone heard, this moment was all that mattered.

“My perfect flame whore. My queen. My everything.” We lost count of the rounds. Missionary with my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half so he could kiss me deep while he bred me slow and grinding. Doggy with his fingers in my ass, stretching me there too while he filled my pussy. Sideways spooning where he lazily rocked into me for what felt like hours, whispering filthy promises about the future—about heirs we’d train, about thrones we’d share, about the endless nights exactly like this. Every climax built on the last, the bond turning each orgasm into a shared supernova that left us trembling and gasping.

I said with more confidence. "With face it is" "Thanks" "What is your story about anyway?" he leaned closer to the table and put his arms on it. "It's a romance novel and I would like to refer to it as such. Despite the pornographic details on it. It's a story of a bad boy falling for an innocent and fragile girl. He's a wild spirit and she is conservative... two opposites attract" I giggled and I didn't even know why. "They have sex like crazy in every position I could think of, anywhere and every time they meet" I kept giggling like a little girl and he smiled like he enjoyed our conversation. That was good...

The intense pressure sets the romance into a raw, loving frenzy. His other hand drifts to my tit. He squeezes the flesh. He pinches the nipple. The sting shoots straight to my core. I scream. My body trembles uncontrollably. He thrusts faster. His cock becomes an unstoppable force. The desk shakes beneath us. Papers fly to the floor in a chaotic flutter. He swells inside me. The thickness stretches me even further. My pussy pulses with wet heat. It clenches around him. He leans in. He kisses me deep. His tongue fucks my mouth. The taste of him blends coffee and pure want. The romance shines through. His love shows in every touch and every thrust. Our bodies dance in a beautiful rhythm of hea

Even though I love thrillers, romantic things like that are surely every woman’s dream, right? “You and your husband are the same,” Mariyam joked. “Me?” I chuckled softly. “I don’t know, maybe.” I wasn’t even sure how to answer. What if the romance they meant was different from the romance Miron meant? When my body experienced an orgasm, it was thanks to Miron’s punishment. Then, he gave me a pasca-sex treatment that probably no other woman would ever get. Isn’t that a form of romance? Like dark romance? “Aren’t you and Sir Miron going on dates like that on a cruise ship, too?” Mariyam’s tone sounded certain.

“I jerked off to your stories for years—imagining breeding you while you lay helpless like this. My worthless son had no idea what a filthy little whore he was marrying.” He fucked me faster, the bed creaking violently beneath us. My orgasm slammed into me without mercy, intense, shattering waves that made my toes curl. I could only whimper and moan brokenly, “Fuck… fuck… Victor…” as my pussy gushed fresh cream all over his cock and balls. Victor didn’t slow. He rode me through it, growling filthy praise. “This is only the first fantasy, sweetheart. We have five more tonight.” He pulled out with a wet pop, my cunt gaping and fluttering emptily. With effortless strength, he flipped me onto my