Novel & Cerita Romantic Smut

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

he said. "Just shut up Ryan!" "My only regret is I didn't get to kiss those rosy lips like I planned" he said. "I said shut up!" I yelled. "Have you ever touched her skin, it feels so soft and delicate and....." "Ryan!" I yelled as I dropped my towels and punched him and he fell on the bed. "Come on, don't tell me you haven't noticed how sexy our little Jasmine is" he said amidst laughter and I punched him again.

Lazy and sweet, easy lust slid through her as she stroked over him. His hands roamed over her body, down her thighs, up her sides, cupping her sensitive breasts before pulling her face to his. He brushed his mouth across hers, repeating her name, over and over again. Angling his hips, Dominic pushed deeper, lifting her, sliding her back down over him in a hot wet caress. The climax rolled through her as his hands cupped her face, his mouth nibbling at hers. Achingly slow and sweet, it lingered on until Samaire thought she’d cry from the beauty of it.

*I command hoarsely, angling my hips to grind against your swollen clit with every thrust. *Sweat drips down my face and chest as I rut into you like a man possessed, chasing our rapidly approaching peaks. The wet, filthy sounds of our coupling echo obscenely in the small room, mingling with our grunts and cries of ecstasy.* Fuck, I'm close too! Gonna pump you so full of my seed, breed this fertile little cunt! *With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the root inside you, my cock jerking and twitching as I explode.*

I could feel the rapid thump of his heartbeat against my chest, mirroring the wild rhythm of my own. Heat radiated from him, seeping through our clothes, awakening something electric in the air between us. His eyes held mine, dark and searching, a long, deep stare that made my pulse race even faster. Without thinking, drawn by the pull of that moment, I leaned in. My lips met his in a kiss, soft at first, then urgent, tasting the sweetness of the night on his tongue. It was impulsive, electric, sending sparks through every nerve. But just as quickly, reality crashed back. I pulled away, my cheeks burning,

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

She took Harry to a completely different world with just her tongue continuously wrapping around his c**k, and her warm saliva that was all over it. Then she observed that Harry would soon reach an orgasm, and if he did, there will be no f*ck for her, as he would want to be on his way. She returned to her feet, added some lubrication to her p**sy and held his d**k in place. Scarlet sat on it, and grounded it with her p**sy. The continuous slurpy sound in the room resonated with the pace of Harry's d**k's continuous thrust in her p**sy. He held her waist to support her as she rode him in the cowgirl's style.

A radiant smile spread across my face as I responded, “Jonathan, my love for you surpasses all bounds.” He traced a trail of soft kisses along my belly, his hands gripping my waist. As his lips caressed my skin, a sensation of pure bliss washed over me, leaving me breathless with desire. I placed my hands on his shoulders to steady myself and revel in the intimate connection between us. Every touch of his lips ignited a spark of pleasure. My entire body trembling and my core pulsating with anticipation. I felt a deep longing for him, evidenced by the wetness between my legs. My heart raced with the intensity of my craving.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.

he moaned wrapping his hands around my neck. "You like that?" I asked breathlessly. "Fuck yeah," he replied. "Oh," I moaned throwing my head back. I moved my hips forward and backwards and he kept moaning. "I'm going to cum," he moaned out. I stopped grinding myself on him and took him into my mouth sucking him till he released in my mouth. I swallowed the sweet but salty substance down my throat. He pulled me back to him and kissed me, "I Love You." "I Love you too," I responded. End of smut scene!