Sexual Romance Novels & Stories

“Okay, stop, please stop. You’re ridiculous.” She only grinned wider. “Oh please. You’re mad because you can’t relate. You should’ve heard me. I was very loud. I think I screamed his name three times, maybe four. And the way he moved inside me… slow, deep, like he knew every corner of my body.” She threw herself back dramatically. “I saw stars, real ones.” “Okay great you saw real stars,” I sighed. “And you don’t even plan on dating this poor boy.”

Chapter Three – Retreat’s Rapture The Sapphire Retreat darkened as night fell, the stars reflecting on the waves, the cabana’s sapphire curtains billowing in the coastal breeze, the air thick with the musk of our passion. My body was a map of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my chest, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by Marcus and Liam’s unrelenting dominance. The two men loomed over me, their breaths heavy, cocks hard again, eyes locked on mine with a fierce devotion, ready to culminate the retreat in a rapture of flesh and spirit. The isolation thrummed with the energy of our shared taboo, their partnership a sacred

I cried out, head thrown back, the stretch bordering on pain but so good. He didn't give me time to adjust. His hands clamped on my waist, bouncing me up and down, his hips thrusting up to meet me. It was rough, primal—no sweet lovemaking, just hard fucking. Each drop onto him buried him deep, his balls slapping against my ass. My pierced clit ground against his pubic hair, the friction making me see stars. The limo swayed with us, suspension creaking, the air thick with the smell of sex—sweat, saliva, my arousal.

" You seem.... a little distracted. " I laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. " "Why? " Before I could stop it, I word-vomited. "I've got a vibrator shoved up my pussy right now. " I said, looking him straight in the eyes. "My sister's husband, Dominic, caught me fucking a rando in his house. My cunt has been wet for seven days straight because I haven't had a real cock punish my hole. " I paused, watching his breathing quicken. "Dominic suggested I get toys, which I did. But it's never enough. You see, I'm hypersexual and need to be fucked multiple times a day. "

I’m soaked through. Other men on the app tried. I saw endless dick pics, grainy videos of stroking, crude demands to “show titty nun.” None of them did this. None made my body betray me so completely. Only his words. Only the promise of his voice growling in my ear, only the fantasy of his thick huge cock splitting me open while I sobbed prayers into his neck. I wonder what his dick looks like. Thick? Veined? Curved just enough to hit that spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes? I wonder how his come would feel painting my scar, beautifying my face, marking it as his instead of a surgeon’s mistake.

“Just… the fantasy. The sacrilege of it. Fucking someone on sacred ground while the cross watched.” Seong’s eyes flashed brighter. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the blunt head of his cock. One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, ridges dragging against oversensitive walls. Ren screamed, back arching off the table. “Keep going,” Seong growled, starting a punishing rhythm—deep, hard snaps of his hips that made the table creak. “Tell me how you jerked off after confession. Did you finger yourself while whispering Hail Marys?”

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

She was being used from both ends, her body shaking with the raw power of it. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud and messy in the quiet room. Her pussy gripped Jax tight, squeezing him with every deep thrust, while she sucked Marcus hard, her eyes rolling back in her head. Leo was right there too, his hands rubbing her clit and squeezing her bouncing breasts, making sure she was feeling everything. The heat was exploding inside her. Jax started to move even faster, his dick hitting the back of her pussy over and over until she couldn't take it. She felt her body snap, her pussy pulsing in hard waves as she had a massive climax. Jax roared and came deep inside her, his hot load filling h

“That his wife is here with me, legs spread, panting from just the feel of my mouth on her most intimate parts.” Mara stared up at him, hollowed out and full at the same time. The shame was there, but beneath it, warmer and stronger, was a terrifying sense of rightness. This was wrong. This was her brother, but her body had never felt more alive. Dominic had never kissed her there. He said it was messy and wasn't necessary, even though she always went down on him whenever he wanted. He just didn't want to return the favour. Instead, he made her feel disgusting for wanting it whenever she asked for one.

Damien moaned loudly as her tight, velvety heat engulfed him completely. Raven rode him like the pornstar she was—starting with slow, deep rolls of her hips that let him feel every inch of her walls, then building to a faster, harder rhythm. Her massive breasts bounced hypnotically with every bounce. She leaned forward, feeding one nipple into his mouth while continuing to fuck him senseless. “Suck it,” she commanded breathlessly. “Harder.” Damien sucked and licked her breasts as she slammed down onto his cock again and again, her moans growing louder, her pussy clenching around him rhythmically. The wet sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the suite.