Sexual Romance Novels & Stories

He smacked my ass, then lifted me up slowly until only the tip remained inside before dropping me back down. He kept doing it — lifting me and letting me fall. It felt like I was on an amusement ride, except on this ride my insides were getting rearranged every time I came down. He continued until that familiar burning sensation started building. I gripped onto his legs, leaning forward a little, and started fucking myself faster on his cock. Giving him a perfect view of my greedy pussy swallowing him. “Fuck, you’re close, huh?” He smacked my ass again. “Cum for me. Cream my cock.”

The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the unmistakable scent of prolonged, devoted sex. Marcus and Damien approached as the final act. They positioned her with infinite care on her side. Marcus entered her soaked, well-used pussy with a deep, familiar groan of possession. Damien slid into her ass at the same time. They held her between their bodies and moved with the slow, powerful rhythm they had perfected over forty years — deep, claiming, and full of decades of love and darkness. The sensation overwhelmed her completely.

She was trying so hard to be sexy for me, to be seductive, that it went from cringe all the way back around to incredibly hot. I fairly dove between her legs, and she squealed with delight. It was the sweetest thing I'd ever tasted, the forbidden fruit that lay at her core. Sam wasn't far off from her climax when I started, and she moaned loudly as her orgasm began to overtake her. "Oh fuck, oh god, Matty! I love you Matt, please, I love you!" My hands gripped her ass, keeping her close to my face as I feasted on her. Sammy tried to buck away, but I wouldn't let her. My persistence was rewarded with a loud howl of pleasure as she came, along with a very fine attempt at crushing my head betwe

His hand rested possessively on my lower stomach, feeling the warmth of his seed inside me. “No going back, Ria,” he murmured, kissing my sweat-damp forehead. “This vacation changed everything. We’re going to keep doing this — sneaking around, fucking like animals, risking everything. Because nothing has ever felt this good.” I nodded, exhausted but already craving the next secret moment. The guilt was still there, but it had twisted into something darker and sweeter — pure, sinful addiction. As the first hints of dawn touched the sky, I slipped back to my room, Damien’s cum still leaking down my thighs with every step.

he said sweetly. “Ah,” she sighed softly. She knew that he loved her and found her attractive. But she yearned to surprise him sometimes – and to infuse their sex life with a little passion and excitement. Damien leaned down and kissed her. She loved the way his thick, dark mustache would tickle her nose. He was always a good kisser. His full lips stroked hers so gently. When he lifted his head, the room was dark. They always had sex with the lights off, letting the streetlight flood the room to create a soft ambiance. He slowly peeled the straps down on her teddy and smoothed it down her body. Damien’s soft palms glided down her bare breasts, the front of her tummy, and then her thighs, as

I don't care whatever way she does it, but this is my fantasy, which I need to fulfill. "Hey!" I called at her just as she was at the door. She turned, tears in her eyes, but I don't care. She can cry blood if she wants. "I don't do forced sex. Convince her. It has to be consensual, okay? Now use the door, please." I smiled wryly, and she stomped out. I could hear her faint whimper as she jammed the door. I burst into mockery laughter at the pitiful and pathetic girl. I really wish this was my mate acting this way. That maid is really beautiful, even with her tattered clothes and disheveled hair.

Alpha Alain released all of him inside Sasha, plunging and driving right to his hilt. Sasha let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shriek. Ansel found himself echoing it as well. Alain’s mouth became full of Ansel’s seed. But Sasha’s silken, blazing heat still gripped him, as if his beast does not want to claw its way out yet. Her body was so perfect, fitting right for him. But Ansel’s cock…so this is why Razel and Apollo sometimes fucked each other. Like Sasha’s blazing heat, Ansel remained his leash around his neck—or more precisely, around his tongue and mouth.

They caressed one another as they danced, hands fondling breasts, nipples, fingers playing with rosebud nether regions and spreading scented oil and love-fluid over ripe labia and prominent clits. Karen stared down at Mallory and his eyes opened, meeting hers, mockery in their golden depths. Celine worked harder, and his expression changed to the intense look of a man about to come. He gasped, reared against her pubis, gave a loud groan and spent himself inside her. On cue, the other girls entered the bed, wrapping their limbs round him till his body was buried in silken, aromatic flesh.

Lily was still reeling from her breakup with Tom when she turned to James for comfort. They had been spending more time together lately, and Lily couldn't help but feel drawn to him. One night, after a few glasses of wine, they shared a moment of passion. But as soon as it was over, they both regretted it. James: "Lily, I'm sorry. That shouldn't have happened. We were both vulnerable, and we made a mistake." Lily: "I know. I'm sorry too. I don't want things to be weird between us."

Chris closed the door. Paige checked out the room blushingly. It was her first time in a love hotel room. Nothing was special about it, except that the room had a pink theme going on. The bed, canopy, and light were pink. The purple and pink colors added a romantic and suggestive vibe to the room. Her heart raced when she saw the pink circular bed. It was as if her heart was beating out of her chest. Chris came up from behind Paige, wrapping his hands around her waist.