Romantic Smut Novels & Stories

He asked, pushing my pantalets aside and rubbing my nub,as I shuddered. My Breath came rapidly as he smirked. I nodded and he frowned. “Say it, don’t nod” he whispered, sliding his hands in as I gasped and closed my eyes as pain and pleasure shot through me. His fingers delved deeper into me as I arched my back, throwing my head from side to side. “I….I want it,I want it” I chanted as he slid his fingers out and licked it I scrunched my nose as he chuckled and his eyes became dark all of a sudden.

She moaned silently as I sucked it softly. "fuck I love you b...babe........" She screamed as I dipped my three fingers into her moving it in and out "fuck" she screamed as I folded her breast at the same time moving faster and soon she was close to her climax cause she has tighten her clint on my fingers when I pulled my fingers out without her Cumming and licked my fingers "what now?" She asked furiously, well that's me I don't make people cum before I do "rule no. 1" I said and moaned on her scent "now undress me" I said as she came closer and begins to undress me and I pulled her in a kiss immediately dipping my hands down to her honeypot, I pulled out from the kiss and pushed her on the

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

Emma's body was still quaking from that brutal orgasm, walls fluttering empty now as Alex's fingers slipped free, slick strings of her cream connecting them to her puffy lips. He brought them to his mouth slow, eyes burning into hers—dark, possessive—like she was his feast. Sucked them clean with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated straight to her core. "Fuck, Emma... you taste like sin," he rasped, voice gravel-rough, his cock—thick, veined monster, tip angry-red and weeping pre-cum—grinding insistent circles right at her entrance. Notching her, stretching her lips teasing, but not giving her the plunge she craved. Her hips bucked up desperate, clit throbbing raw from his thumb's torment,

He clicks his tongue, trying to pull away, but I go on my knees in front of him immediately, looking up and blinking innocently at him even though there is nothing innocent about my desire for him. "I can.. just let me." I say, my tone coming out desperate, but I don't care. He smirks and faces me, hitting my face with his manhood and I enjoy it more than I should. I just want to be treated like one of his sluts. "Make me cum then." He says, his voice low and intimidating. I do not ask further questions, I simply take his cock into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his tip, and sucking on it like it is lollipop. He grips my hair firmly, throwing his head back as groans of pleasure escapes hi

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

My breath hitched when his fingers glided to my center. “Look at you… you are so beautiful and sexy right now and all mine,” he said and chuckled. “And you're already so wet and I didn't even do anything,” he said with a smirk. “Were you thinking of me touching you? Tell me, my love.” I chewed my bottom lip when he rubbed my pussy with two fingers, gliding between the folds. I shuddered and moaned when he pressed my clit with the pad of his thumb, making me feel more turned on than before.

Before I could react, the door was yanked open. I stumbled forward, my knees weak, my heart lodged in my throat. Damian stood there, pants still undone, his cock still hard and glistening in the light. He didn’t bother covering up. He just smiled slowly, knowing and dangerously predatory. “So,” he said casually, like we were discussing the weather, “you’re the one who writes smuts huh?” His smile widened. “I’m a fan.”