Short Erotic Novels Novels & Stories

“Good morning, gorgeous.” I smile back. “Turn over,” he says. I flip around so his front is to my back. He pulls me close, and I feel the thickness of his morning erection press against my bottom. I wiggle slowly as he kisses my neck and trails his fingers down to my pussy. “So wet for me,” he whispers. I swirl my hips, whimpering at the sudden need that’s coursing through me. He turns away and I hear him open the condom, and in moments, bliss comes as he pushes inside. The angle is different and hits deep, causing me to cry out.

It's hot as hell. We take the kiss deeper, and I lower one hand to grab her ass on the outside of her dress, squeezing and grinding her against me. Her perfume's something dark and sensual that makes me think of dirty talk and rough sex, and her body moves restlessly against mine as if she needs more. She slides her hand up my chest, her fingers sweeping around to clasp the back of my neck.

My back slammed into the shelf in the master's study, the Cold wood sending shivers down my spine. His hand roamed my body settling on my hips , his finger nails digging deliciously in my skin. I shouldn’t be here, my body shouldn’t crave his touch while my heart and mind despises his very being and every thing he stood for. His soft lips pressed flushed against the skin on my exposed neck and shoulders line, planting furious kisses on my delicate skin. He sucks and licks the skin on my neck , marking as I groan with satisfaction .

"Your wife becoming your sex slave, do you expect this to become permanent or is this a temporary thing?" "I doubt it will become permanent. She likes to read erotic books and I offered to allow her to experience the things she reads about in her books for three weeks to see if the reality was similar to her imagination." "What kinds of books?" "Reverse harem, women captured and sold as slaves, that kind of thing." "She's aroused by these?" "Yes, it's why I've offered her the experience."

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

She sucked me deep, her throat working as she took as much as she could, the wet, sliding sounds filling the quiet office. The way her lips gripped me, the friction of her tongue—it was a sensory overload that made the very air in the room feel like it was vibrating. I watched her, the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she seemed to worship every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own. She was a natural, a complete slut for the sensation, and it was driving me over the edge. Every time she looked up, her gaze was a challenge, a silent demand for me to stop being the authority figure and start being the animal she craved.

“Look at you. Dripping all over the floor like a bitch in heat.” I whimper around Maria’s fingers. Lucia and Rosa kneel in front of me, pushing my habit up to my waist. Cool air hits my bare thighs and the wet mess between them. Rosa leans in and drags her tongue up my inner thigh, licking up the slick that had run down. “Sweet,” she whispers. “Little straight girl tastes like sin.” My face burns with humiliation, but my hips jerk forward, chasing her mouth. Elena laughs softly and pushes two thick fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burns so good I almost cry out again. She curls them immediately, stroking that spot that makes my vision blur.

I raised my head slowly to look at him and the dark gleam in his eyes made my throat dry. “Get on the desk,” he ordered. “Spread your legs.” Quickly, I laid on the desk, spreading my legs so wide I felt my pussy stretch. He reached over his desk, his locker opened and closed until he came back to me with a plate of butter. He smirked darkly as he settled between my legs. Before I could think or process what was about to happen, I felt a cool soft substance smeared into my wet pussy. I shivered slightly until he broke me completely.

Hot and thick come flooded my pussy marking me from the inside. He kept thrusting through it, slow and deliberate, like he wanted every drop to stay where it belonged. I loved it. The way he fucked me senseless, like he’d been starving for me as long as I’d fantasized about him. We stayed locked together for some moments, breathing ragged with the smell of sex and old books hanging in the air. My body felt deliciously used and sore in the best way. Dr. Marcus finally pulled out, cum leaking from my inner thighs.

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.