Sapphic Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

Was I not doing a good job? Then he demanded, “Open up. Wide.” When I opened my mouth, he slipped his côck inside, going further than before. “Sûck me.” . A. Gupta Have you checked out my other books!!! All are completed. Dark Mafia Romance. Arrange Marriages. Enemies to Lovers. Blackmails. And Anti-heroes with OTT possessiveness and highly morally grey characters. BOOKS: BRIDE TO BE. CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance Trapped Forever- A twisted Happily Ever After. Hope you enjoy reading!!

I held the back of his head and made him stay there, sucking one tit while his hand worked the other. My free hand slid down and lifted the habit. Bare pussy right in his face. Already wet. “Look at it,” I said. He pulled off my nipple with a wet sound and stared. “You want to taste it?” “Yes.” he’s breath was shaky, he was clearly nervous, “Then ask nicely.” “Please… let me taste you.” “Beg better.” His voice dropped. “Please, Sister. Let me put my mouth on you. I need it.” I smiled. “On your knees, worship me.”

I said to Ginger, as I slipped my hands under her nightshirt and felt her bare ass with both of my hands. "Right, they don't know about our sapphic love affairs yet," said Ginger. "Sapphic, I like that word. Why have we not used it before?" I asked. "Probably because I only just learned it last week while reading a story on Literotica," said Ginger. "Literotica, what's that?" I asked. "Only the best website in the world for erotic literature and the like. You should check it out," said Ginger. "I'll do that when we get back home, it sounds interesting!" I replied.

No, this was the rush I lived for. I uncrossed my legs slowly, letting my short skirt ride up my thighs a bit as I sat forward, my full breasts pressing against my blouse. My nipples were already hard, rubbing against the lace of my bra. I smiled at him, bold as ever. “Because it’s exactly that, Dr. Black. The character isn’t surrendering out of love. She’s wet for the control, the way he pins her down with words and authority before he even touches her. It’s raw. It’s filthy. And pretending it’s just intellectual is bullshit. Don’t you think?”

“Bounce on my dick like you’re performing for your master, make these hips grind until we both explode.” She impaled herself slowly at first, gasping as he filled her anew, the position allowing her clit to rub directly against his base. “Fuck! you’re so thick, stretching me perfectly. I love riding you, feeling every vein pulse inside.” Her arms looped around his neck, pulling him close as she began to move, rolling her hips in sensual circles, then lifting and dropping with increasing fervor. Her breasts pressed against him, nipples dragging across his chest, sending jolts straight to her core. His hands roamed over her back, one sliding up to fist her hair, tilting her head for a devourin

It’s just that sometimes I feel like she’s the tortoise to my hare. Maybe it’s because in the pageant world, scandals are a no-no, so we’ve had to keep our relationship hush- hush. But I ask you: would anyone really be surprised? I’m surprised there hasn’t already been a sapphic snow- ball effect. I mean, here you have a bevy of beautiful women who grin and bare it backstage, treating each other to flashes of flesh and snippets of skin, and— “You still haven’t answered my question,” Taryn tells me. She lies down on her bed, beside a new pantsuit that wasn’t there a minute ago.

Sophia's POV "You talk too much," I grumbled, looking straight up into his dark seductive eyes. "Stop asking stupid questions and see for yourself." He let out a low, dark laugh, his fingers tightening in my hair. "A sharp tongue until the very end, aren't you, Sophia?" I didn't answer him with words. Instead, I leaned back down and wrapped my lips tight around his shaft again. I took control of the rhythm, moving my head back and forth, speeding up the pace before he could utter another arrogant word.

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

“I’d rip those panties off and bury my face between your thighs first. Lick that sweet little pussy until you’re grinding on my tongue. Then I’d flip you over, spread those legs wide, and slam into you deep. You know how tight you get when you’re this desperate.” I moaned loudly, pushing two fingers inside myself. The wet, obscene sound of my arousal filled the quiet room as I pumped them slowly at first, curling them to hit that perfect spot. My hips rocked up to meet my hand, chasing the friction I craved. “Yes… just like that. Your cock is so much bigger than my fingers. I’m fucking myself right now, but it’s not enough. God, Daniel, I’m dripping for you.”