Sexy Smut Novels & Stories

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

He doesn't stop—oh fuck, he doesn't stop—curling deeper, his palm slapping against my clit with every savage plunge. The overstimulation burns, sweet and agonizing, building me right back up until my thighs are shaking, my shameless release running down my legs. I love it. I love it so much it breaks me open, tears rolling freely now because this is my fantasy come to life. The one I've poured into my secret werewolf smut stories under the name Alpha's Little Slut. Alphas who claim hard, wreck thoroughly, and leave their mates ruined and begging for more. But this is better. Realer. Azren's fingers are merciless, stretching me, owning me, his breath hot and ragged against my ear as he whispe

Warning: Extreme Smut! ************************ Serra’s face flushed at my words. She licked her lips and reached for my c**k again, wrapping her hand around it as she stared down at it… Those lips of hers, I wanted to devour them bit by bit. Her tongue moved, licking the tip. I froze. A chilling wave of pleasure shot through me instantly. Slurp! She sucked. My eyes darkened. "Fvck" I screamed inwardly. Was she sure this was her first time? She looked too damn tempting, too eager… though her hands trembled.

I feel the raw, aching need between us. His pace quickens suddenly. His hands lift me up and then slam me down hard. The desk groans in protest beneath us. I scream as my body starts to shake. The pleasure explodes through me like a beautiful firework. He groans right after me. His cock twitches wildly. I feel him spill inside me. Hot cum floods my pussy in thick pulses. The warmth spreads everywhere and mixes with my own juices. That sensation triggers my final orgasm. It arrives as a stunning wave of pure bliss. My pussy milks him dry with rhythmic squeezes. We cling to each other desperately. Romance seals the moment forever. The smut we just shared stands as a testament to our unbreakabl

“Tell the entire building how desperate you are for me. Let them all hear what a needy little slut you become when I touch you.” Tears of frustration and overwhelming need slipped down my flushed cheeks and my body shook, every nerve screaming for release. My voice cracked as I finally screamed the words he wanted, loud enough that they bounced off the walls and likely carried beyond the bedroom door. “I’m your desperate slut! I need to come so badly it hurts! My pussy is dripping everywhere and I can feel it running down my thighs. I’m shaking. I’m crying. Please let me come on your fingers. I’ll scream even louder if you want. Just please don’t stop, please, Damien!”

"Fuck..." I cried out, arching my back off the desk. "You're leaking all over me while I fuck you," he said between thrusting, driving into me even harder. "You're such a mess, little slut on her first day. Look at you all creaming over my cock already." My head lolled back, my eyes rolling back as pure, unadulterated pleasure rolled all over me. I managed to reach between us, my fingers frantically rolling my clit. My fingers slipped effortlessly over the slick, soaked pussy.

The humid and oppressive air of the place was saturated with the raw and unmistakable smell of group sex—a earthy cocktail of salty cum mixed with sweet and musky juices, acrid male sweat, and the residual stench of improvised oil, creating a dense fog that stuck to the nostrils and skin, as if the entire apartment had been transformed into a den of degrading lust, the empty white walls echoing the remnants of screams and grunts that still lingered in the post-orgasm silence. Laura, at the center of the chaos, lay on her back, her athletic body trembling with the aftershocks of multiple orgasms, firm medium breasts rising and falling in heavy breaths, pink nipples still hard and sensitive br

The air smells tainted and hot, and I want to claw out my sister's eyes. Moaning, crying out again as Eve's orgasm comes to its conclusion with less intensity, and the bed is rattling like it's trying to take off or at least bust its springs. Simon’s muffled groans, his unfamiliar filthy curse words, his vile way of talking dirty to her, as he probably finally ejaculates, before the sudden stopped rasping silence of two people finishing what must have been a long session of getting it on. His cry and grunt is the most disgusting thing I have ever heard come out of a guy. He’s vile.

The wet smack of flesh against flesh filled the stifling shack, the spicy smell of sex hanging heavy in the breathless air. “I’m coming, baby!” she bleated, reading my ragged mind. She furiously rubbed her clit, brazen body rocking in rhythm to my frantic thrusting. “No-no! Not yet!” I yelped, slamming on the sexual brakes. “There’s one more position I have to do to her – do … for you.” I pulled my brimming cock out of the blonde’s sodden sex and made myself even wetter with some spit. Then I spat manmade lube onto her bum, and she smeared it between her cheeks, knowing where I was cock headed.