Novel & Cerita Sexy Romance Books

Alex climbed into the backseat and lay on top of her. Emma ran her fingers through his hair, as they kissed deeply. Her breath was hard and fast as she hungrily slid her tongue deep into Alex’s mouth. “You’re pretty horny, huh?” Alex chuckled, running his hands down the sides of her ass, squeezing her hips tightly. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, already knowing the answer. He had only been dating Emma for a few weeks now and they already fucked half a dozen times. She was a nymphomaniac and could never seem to get enough of his cock. Alex had no complaints.

Bet it’s still a little tight across your chest. I sucked in a breath. You’re insane. Maverick: Nah. I can’t stop picturing it. You, flushed at the table, almost biting your lip off while my foot was on yours. Heat shot down my spine. My reply was slower this time. Stop. Maverick: Bet you’re squirming in your bed right now. No I’m not. I was and my panties were wet. Maverick: Then prove it. Call me.

“Professor Reynolds caught me daydreaming about your cock. I need you so fucking bad right now.” He kissed me hungrily, his thick fingers finding my dripping pussy. I dropped to my knees, pulled out his massive cock, and sucked him deep into my mouth. “Mmm, Daddy… your cock tastes so good,” I moaned between slurps. “I love sucking you at work. Fuck my throat, please.” “Harder… yes, just like that,” he groaned, guiding my head. “Oh fuck, right there, princess. Faster. Take me deeper. Yes… oh there… your mouth is perfect.”

He wrapped his free arm around her neck and held her head in place. Her arms crossed in front of her pulled tight, arms fisted. “Feel that?” Ryan asked her, making her whimper. “How fucking wet you are? I love that.” And just like clockwork, she clamped down on him. Ryan slammed his hips into her and her breathing picked up, her body tensed. Her mumbled cry filled the room as she came crashing down all around him, her juices leaking from her and rolling down her thighs.

She just rested her lips against the curve of my neck, breathing me in, letting me feel the heat radiating from her body, the way her nipples hardened against my shoulder blades. Lena pulled back just enough to look at me. Her lips were swollen, glistening. Her eyes were almost black with lust. “Still wondering?” she asked, voice rough. I shook my head, barely able to form words. “No.” Sage’s mouth curved into a wicked smile against my throat. “Good,” she growled softly. Then her fingers gently turned my chin toward her, and she claimed my mouth in a kiss that was nothing like Lena’s.

Suddenly, she convulsed, a hot, frantic squirt hitting his face as she reached a massive climax. She didn't let him recover. She spun around and lowered herself onto him, guided his thick, rigid cock into her. She took him in one slow, soul-crushing movement that made Roman's vision go white. He felt himself slide into her, the tight, wet heat of her walls enveloping him completely. She began to ride him then, her movements fast and shallow. The sound of their bodies meeting was a wet, heavy thud that seemed to vibrate through the bookshelves. Roman's hands found her waist, his fingers bruising her skin as he anchored her to him.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

No foreplay was required in this ecstatic world of perfection, and penetration was effected in a single snag-free glide. Tumbling back to reality, and almost falling off his stool in the process, Elliot sighed with regret. He really loved the ‘hotel room’ fantasy, although he had to admit it wasn’t entirely all his own work. The protagonists - Diamanda and himself — were his choice of course, but the scenario, the setting and the nitty-gritty of the bedroom action came straight from one of the lady’s own stories, The Spider's Web, which was all about a beautiful, sexually voracious woman who picked up young men in bars and lured them to hotel rooms to fuck them.

Why does he have to be so damn dangerously sexy? My hand moved downward again, slower this time. I slipped it under my shorts, fingers brushing over my already damp panties. A soft sigh escaped me as I started touching myself, imagining it was Ezekiel’s hands instead of mine. Imagining him fresh out of the pool, still wet, pressing me against the wall and kissing me like he couldn’t get enough. My fingers moved faster, circling my clit as heat built between my legs. I bit my lip to stay quiet, but soft whimpers still slipped out. The necklace felt cool against my skin, a reminder that he had thought about me. That he had picked this out for me.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.