Sexy Books To Read Novels & Stories

“That’s not a lot, Luke. Do you want to know their names? Gabby, Rowan, Dashiell and two sexy hulks at the gym. We fucked right there in the gym at the closet.” “I don’t want to hear your sexual escapades, Sis. Disgusting!” “Oh well. Too bad – you could have gained a tip or two. Do you know the A****n position? You should try that on Pam when you are together. She’ll love it.” “I don’t know what you are talking about.” “What do those books written by sex experts teach you then?” “I haven’t gotten to that part.” Sasha chuckled. “So what part have you gotten to? Gist me. I want to learn too.”

She craved more; she desperately needed more. Rebecca's hand drifted lower, a tantalizing descent as it slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. Her fingers grazed Sammy's inner thigh with agonizing slowness that stole Sammy's breath. She bit her lip hard, stifling a moan that threatened to burst free, a thrilling sense of illicit desire consuming her. She felt undeniably wicked, profoundly sexy, and, above all else, utterly desired. “Look at me,” Rebecca urged, her fingers pausing momentarily, a subtle command that made Sammy ache for more. When their eyes locked, an electric current surged between them.

I lifted my hips for her without question, my skin feverish and desperate. When her mouth found me, I cried out. It was nothing like anything I’d ever experienced. Not just because of how good she was, though she was, but because it was her. Sienna. Devouring me like I was her favorite thing. Her tongue moved with sinful precision, fingers pressing in, circling, coaxing me closer with every gasp, every tremble of my thighs. My hands flew to her shoulders, gripping tightly. And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, her hands slid up again, this time under my top, pinching and teasing my breasts with just enough force to send me shattering into a thousand pieces.

Thomas was between my thighs, his head buried in my pussy, his mouth sucking hungrily. “Urrmmm… oh, God!” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. An intense pleasure surged through me, making my toes curl. Thomas devoured my pussy like a starved man, his tongue plunging deep as he sucked and licked. The wet, sloppy sounds echoed through the room, mingling with my gasps. Alex claimed my lips again, deepening the kiss and swallowing every moan I let slip. Charles settled beside me, his mouth hungrily claiming one of my breasts while his large hand fondled the other, fingers pressing and rolling over my nipple.

THEMES: Blackmail, Reluctance, Manipulative Coercion, Security room, Unconscious Cheating, Unintentional Cheating, Forced Subduing, Trickery, Harsh treatment, Belittling, Nonconsensual KINKS: Rough sex, Intense Spanking, Hair pulling, Forced Blowjob, Degradation, Dirty talk, Lewd dirty name calling LENA'S POV I cry out, my body bouncing on the high stool while he fucks me brutally, his hips snapping forward, his cock stretching me wider than Derek's.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t walk straight. The sexting escalated late into the night—filthy, detailed, and desperate. Seb described exactly how he wanted to bend her over his new kitchen counter, eat her ass until she begged, choke her lightly while pounding her from behind. Isabella, growing bolder and wetter with every message, sent short videos of her fingering herself on the bathroom floor, moaning his name as quietly as she could so Alex wouldn’t wake. Her fingers moved frantically, chasing the pleasure his words promised. By morning, she was soaked, aching, and utterly consumed by need.

Lucas barely lets me through the door before he’s on me. He pushes me against the wall, kissing me hard, hands roaming everywhere. “Tell me one of your filthy little secrets,” he murmurs against my mouth. “Something you’ve touched yourself thinking about but were too ashamed to say.” My face burns, but the desperation wins. “Ice,” I whisper. “I read about someone using ice cubes on a girl’s nipples and clit while they fucked her. I want to feel that. I want it to hurt a little.” Lucas’s eyes darken with pure lust.

On a side table, rows of red candles sat beside bottles of oil and lube. "What the hell?" Emma gasped. She never imagined Romero would be such a freak. She imagined him bringing sexy girls into this secret playground. Yes, he was rich enough to get girls who shared similar sexual kinks. She thought about how he would make their bodies coil with a mix of pleasure and pain... Images of Romero doing freaky things with baddies filled Emma's mind. A rush of heat flooded her body. Her nipples stiffened against her lace bra. It rubbed against the fabric. A warm, throbbing sensation bloomed between her thighs. Her pussy grew slick. The sudden wetness made her press her legs together.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.