Novel & Cerita Sexiest Book Excerpts

I find myself overthinking, the sound of the door opening and footsteps getting closer. I stay still, feeling the woman climb on the bed, my hands stroking along her skin, it isn't Alena or Anaya, I can tell, there are no scars. I feel her mouth pressing against my body, as she moves down, her lips teasing my cock. She moves, her body straddling mine as my cock pushes inside her sex. Her hips move slowly as I feel myself losing control. Ready to pull the blindfold off and take control. My hand moves around her body, pulling her to me as my hips begin moving, my body rolling over onto hers.

Nyla’s POV I'm drawing a pentagram on my apartment floor with sidewalk chalk at midnight on a Tuesday because apparently this is what my life has come to. There’s a leather-bound book open beside me, old, as if it survived the Victorian era. I found it at an estate sale last weekend, buried under a box of porcelain cats, which feels like the universe burying a loaded gun inside a Build-A-Bear. It was quite an… interetsing book. The chapter I keep returning to shows a naked woman arched on her back on the floor, with a demon-man like being, with extra limbs, and an abnormally huge-sized cock burried inside her pussy.

God. I opened my thighs, hopefully unnoticed behind the seatback in front of me. Turned on by these two lustbirds, I pressed my book between my legs to feel it digging in. The look on my face must have given me away as her smile grew wider. She craned her neck as if to wonder what I was up to back there. I didn't care if she knew. She had his cock out, and his fingers were peeling her underwear down to reveal the cutest little naked butt I had ever seen. They kissed hard again and raised the temperature a couple more degrees.

I seriously need to stop imagining him in a sexual way, like goddamn the whole student-teacher thing was turning me on. I avert my gaze and read the title "Passions" I raise my head and look at him with amusing eyes, my lips darting into a smile, " of course a player like you reads romance" I hold up the book in front of his face, "don't tell me" I move closer to him, resting both my hands on the table, " you read these for your little friend down there" His body immediately tense up against my breath and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it. Last night he did the exact thing to me and now look who's trapped against who?

I can't. Kade plants wide, passionate, open-mouthed kisses along my skin, moving closer and closer to my bare centre. I drop my head back and push my fingers through his hair. In the illegal book I glanced at, I read words like unbearable. Pulsating. Dripping. I read phrases like driven to madness with need and a description that akined the heroine's excitement to lightning lashing through her veins. I've never been able to relate to the main character of a story before, but I do now. I'm mad with need. I have lightning in my veins.

She cried out his name, lost in the sensation of… I slammed the book shut, my cock hardening instantly. So this was what my innocent Elara had been reading. I opened the book again, unable to help myself, flipping through the pages. Which contained sex scenes. Descriptions of positions, sensations, emotions. Some of the pages had corners turned down like she’d been marking her favorite parts. The image of Elara lying in bed, reading these explicit scenes, her hand slipping between her legs as she imagined someone touching her like that…it made me fucking feral. She’d hidden this book like a secret. Like she was embarrassed by what she wanted.

He tossed the book onto the bed beside her, its pages splayed open to an illustration of a woman arched beneath a man, his cock buried deep inside her. Ánh Nguyệt's breath hitched. Her fingers twitched against the sheets. "Look at it," Duy Nam commanded, voice low. She did. The arousal was instant—her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. The detailed sketches left nothing to imagination: limbs tangled, mouths open in pleasure, the slick slide of bodies. Duy Nam didn't wait. He pushed her back, his palm rough against the delicate fabric of her robe. "Tell me you don't want this." She couldn't.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

All I was aware of was that she was extremely beautiful and very feminine and I could feel the primitive attraction between us to be very strong. I picked up a book that was lying on the floor, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was reading an erotica romantic novel. I raised an eyebrow at her. She pulled her book out of my hand and I laughed. My vivid imagination started working and I could imagine myself trying all those things with her and it aroused me so much. " Oh come on, darling. I can make you feel all of this and much more, which can't be expressed in words. " I said looking at her lips. She was looking like Aphrodite. Sexy!! Shy and uncomfortable.

Naya Hart If you just finished reading this, let's say a prayer together. Oh Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. 🙏🏽 And honestly? I am not even sorry. If you made it all the way to the end of Forbidden Desires — from Ruin Me Stepfather down to My boyfriend ,y stepbrother, you are built differently and I respect you deeply. 😭🖤 This book was never for the faint of heart. It was for the ones who read with the door locked and the brightness turned all the way down.