Sexy Literature Novels & Stories

Sometimes when I look at you, and you're looking back at me, I can see something. This teeny-tiny hint of something more, something you're feeling but can't say. When our eyes meet, it's like we're instantly connected. And I know no one catches it but me and you, but I like it that way. It's like our own little secret... a place we go to when everything around us is crazy and we just need some semblance or normal. God, your eyes are gorgeous. There are times when I want nothing more than to look you in the eyes, because it's when we're looking at each other in silence that we end up saying most.

The bedroom air felt thick with anticipation as we stepped inside. The lights were dimmed to a soft golden glow, casting warm shadows across the king-sized bed. My body was already buzzing from the intense orgasm Victor had given me downstairs. My skin felt hypersensitive, my nipples tight, and my pussy still slick and throbbing with need. Victor guided me toward the bed with a firm, possessive hand on my lower back. Ryan followed closely, pulling the armchair right beside the bed for the best possible view.

He shoved it back absentmindedly without noticing. “Did I call you a tough nut before?” He grinned. “Nah, I think you're crazy.” I shrugged. “Crazy and tough.” As we got into the elevator, he leaned in, his breath caressing my skin. “I'll have a lot of fun cracking you tonight.” A hum escaped my lips, heat pooling between my legs. The fact that Mr Sexy overalls already had me turned on was a plus for him. My last sexcapade attempt failed horribly because I couldn't get wet enough.

Staring at her bare chest alone made the lingering anxiety evaporate. Selena dropped to her knees on the thick rug between my legs. Her manicured fingers reached for the waistband of my sweatpants. I didn't stop her. All I could do was watch as she gently pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, freeing my already hardening cock. She was right. Gods, she was so right. Liora had never offered this sort of uninhibited, filthy pleasure. Liora had always been too tired, too sad, too wrapped up in her own misery to worship me the way an Alpha deserved to be worshipped. Even if Liora had tried, I didn't give a hoot, because she could never be as enthusiastic, as devoted as this.

You haven't invited me to your room in weeks now. She wore a matching red lace bra and thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. My cock stirred naturally in my pants at all sight. Serena was a beautiful she-wolf with the right curves, and we had been having hot, no-strings-attached sex since I came of age. But she was nothing compared to Selene. They were right, sex with your mate hits on a completely different level. I had slept with plenty of other women, yet none of them came close to the burning desire and the raw fire that consumed me whenever I was near Selene.

The VIP room was small and dark, lit only by a faint purple light that made Layla’s skin look like glowing silk. She stood in the center of the room, and the three men, Marcus, Jax, and Leocouldn't breathe just looking at her. She was built with incredible curves, her waist tiny and her hips wide and heavy. Her breasts were the best part; they were huge, round, and so heavy they swayed beautifully with every step she took. The skin on her chest was pale and soft, and her nipples were dark and hard, poking out like they were begging to be tasted. She reached back and unhooked her gold bra, letting her heavy breasts fall free, bouncing softly as they were released. The men groaned at the sight

I kicked the door shut with my leg and shoved her onto the firm mattress, climbing over her like a predator. Slowly, I hooked my fingers into the waist of her panties and slid them down her thick thighs until they were low in her feet. I flung it across the rooom while still staring at her hungry plump pussy lips. She was literally the most sexy I had ever seen. How could she have such a beautiful body, even at her age? I hurriedly stripped my shirt and jeans and my nine-inch cock sprang free, thick and veined. She stared, swallowing hard.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

My body craved more—more of their hands, their mouths, their cocks, their praise. More of feeling completely, utterly owned by the two men I’d loved in secret for so long. I swallowed hard, voice hoarse and trembling. “Please don't stop. Take apart every piece of me until there's nothing left. Ruin me beautifully and then rebuild me in your images. To be the perfect slut for you.”

“Spread your legs wider for me. Fuck yourself nice and deep. I love you like this—my dirty little angel moaning for me across the miles. You’re so fucking sexy, Sylvia. I adore hearing you lose control.” The heat between my legs intensified, a slow burn that spread through my entire body. I pushed my t-shirt up over my breasts, exposing them to the cool air, and pinched one nipple hard enough to make myself gasp. “Oh god… mmm… I’m so sensitive tonight. My nipples are aching. I wish your mouth was on them, sucking and biting while you fucked me.”