Sexy Books For Men Novels & Stories

There, she’ll be pushed to explore public submission, threesomes, girl-on-girl temptation, and more. If you crave dark, explicit stories laced with BDSM, dominance, rough passion, multiple partners, punishment, humiliation, and raw, forbidden heat, this one’s for you. * * * CHAPTER 1 — Axel Questionable bio… Left Only group photos … Left Not my type … Left “Hey, are you alright, man?” Levi asks. “Yeah,” I reply, dropping my phone on the table. “I’m just getting really fucking tired of getting catfished with all this online dating crap. Every time I show up to meet a chick, I feel like I’m playing Russian roulette.”

Sweat slicked our skin, and the smell of sex filled the air—musky, hot, filthy. He leaned over me, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while the other gripped my thigh, spreading me wider. His cock never slowed, pounding relentlessly, the thick head dragging against every sensitive spot inside me. I felt myself getting closer, the brutal rhythm pushing me right to the edge. "I'm gonna come," I gasped. "Don't stop—fuck, don't stop!"

“I’ve been wet since we set this time earlier. My panties are soaked, Bryan. Tell me you’re alone and ready.” “Completely alone,” he replied, his voice dropping lower. “Door locked, lights dimmed, and my cock already in my hand. Fuck… mmm, just hearing you say that makes me throb.” He let out a low, rumbling moan that sent a fresh rush of heat straight between my legs. I could almost picture him lying back on his bed in Seattle, shirt off, sweatpants pushed down, that thick cock heavy in his fist. “I’m stroking slowly for you right now, baby. Nice and easy. You sound so fucking sexy already. So soft and needy.”

I felt impossibly stuffed, every nerve ending screaming with dark pleasure. They began to move. Damien thrust up into my pussy while Lucas drove into my ass from behind. The rhythm built into something punishing. My body rocked between them, breasts bouncing, skin slapping loudly against skin. Sweat slicked our bodies. The air grew thick with the scent of sex : musk, arousal, and raw lust. I could hear my own broken moans mixing with their low groans. Every thrust sent jolts through me. The friction was exquisite. Overwhelming.

I thought that we were going to take our time, but it appeared that our passions had other ideas. “Daisy, your pussy is taking my cock. I can feel you massaging the length and the heat is just about the damnedest thing that I’ve ever felt.” He moved back, until the head was popping free, before burying himself in one long thrust. “Yes… Yes… Gabriel… Yes.” I was pushing on his ass to get maximum penetration and I was watching the sweat that he was now dripping down on to my own body. The cool drops gave me a moment of reprieve from the heat that was burning between us. “I love it and I’ve never met a man that is able to read my body signals like you do.”

~ Lissa ~ I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, staring at my reflection like it might give me answers. My body was still buzzing from three days without sex. My nipples were already tight under my thin tank top. My pussy felt heavy and empty at the same time. I had high libido. Sex wasn’t just something I liked. It was something I needed. Deep, long, hard, messy sex that left me shaking and satisfied. That’s why I had always chosen my men carefully. I tested them first and made sure they could keep up, that they had the size, the stamina, the hunger to match mine.

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

Her moans and pussy were driving him crazy, how he had missed being buried in her right hole. His dick pulsed, swelling as his orgasm raced through his veins. “Ahh! Yea.. Please” She moaned as he rummaged her pussy, he put her hands on the headboard, driving his dick in and out furiously, she cried out with pleasure, holding onto anything her hand touched. The room had a smell of sex, sweat and roses... Alessandro kissed her roughly, biting her lips, he moved to her breasts, sucking furiously and she screamed, holding his hair.

“I was thinking of you boxing me in, it’s like in one of my smut books.” “Is it now? I should read them maybe pick up a few tips,” he chuckles deep and throaty. “You don’t need any tips, trust me, Levy. You have seduction and the art of making a woman needy and satisfied down to a fine art.” “Do they turn you on, baby?” Now I feel embarrassed because well, yeah of course they do. Not to mention all the swoony men in them. I’ve lost count of how many book boyfriends I have. Although now I have my very own swoon worthy man.

I'd be lying if I said I didn’t need every one of them. I sensed my body temperature increasing and I couldn’t be certain if it was due to those three sexy men facing me, the air conditioning, or that I couldn't maintain myself at all. I envisioned being in bed with James. Sex with him could be a satisfying exercise. Devon would love to do something kinky, pushing me beyond what I felt comfortable doing. Rick would go out of the way to be certain he fulfilled me until he arrived. All three of these had solid points, but I couldn’t just grab them by the arms and drag them to the bedroom. Okay, maybe I really could, but it would be quite embarrassing for the other two.