Novel & Cerita Short Stories Of Hot Romance

Jessie and he made passionate, mind-blowing love all night long, filling his heart with something warm. ~End~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Spinster”

We lay there in the dark, the city lights flickering in the distance. "I love you guys," she whispered, her voice barely a thread. "We love you, Gabriella," Arden said. "Always," Brent added. I just pulled her closer, claiming her lips fiercely, my heart beating in time with hers. The war was over. The game was won. And the prize was the only thing that ever mattered. Her. She would be ours forever. Ours to break, to fuck, to tame, to ruin. Our pretty princess and our submissive little slut.

I giggled as I thought about Nathan’s dick usually poking me in the ass and one thing leading to another. “What’s so funny?” Remy asked with a smile. “Nothing. Just thinking about how... I guess thunderstorms make Nathan a little horny. Sorry. That’s TMI.” He smirked, licking the corner of his lips. “I see. They do that for me sometimes too.” That involuntary action of Remy’s tongue made my mind as electrically charged as an actual rain cloud. “If I was there, I’d hold you,” he continued. “If I didn’t live across town, I’d be there. No question. I think I’m tall enough to wrap my legs around you.”

"Taste mine." Climax blended. Talk about life outside library. He shared travel stories. I opened about quiet existence. Bond deepened. Stormy evening. Power out. Candles lit. Romantic and wild. Against shelves. Lifted. Legs around. "Support me." Thrusts upward. "Yes. Fill." Rain matched rhythm. Release loud. Another day, he brought wine. Picnic among books. Drank then devoured each other. "Sip from you." Mouth between legs. "Lick perfect." Climax sweet. Then joined. Slow tender then fast. "Take all."

My wolf squealed underneath, my legs parting more to take him in. For my people. I tried to convince myself through the fog of heat that slammed into me in that instant. “You are mine,” he growled, then rammed into me. I gasped, my core clenching around him as I let out a moan. Oh goddess, this was …he was … He slammed into me again, cutting through my thoughts. “Oh my god, please ….” I breathed against his skin, wrapped my hands around him as if it would help with the heat that burned through my body.

His arms wrapped around her like he never wanted to let go. Sloane laughed weakly, forehead pressed to the cool wood. “I can’t believe I just let you fuck me on a coffee table. In a bookshop.” Callum kissed her shoulder, then the red mark he’d left on her ass. “Best morning I’ve had in years.”

Ch-3 --------------------- Well, diary, that didn't exactly stop him. When I say, 'didn't exactly stop him', I should have said, 'drove him absolutely insane!' He threw me onto the bed with my robe torn off and proceeded to enter me, roughly. I was so hot, so horny, with so many months of heat built-up, that I just prepared myself for the ride of the century. I forgot one thing: this superheated stud was so incredibly horny that he couldn't last long; sure enough, he went in and out four times and then filled me up to overflowing. His cock kept shooting and shooting. I was overflowing before he was half-finished. He kissed me really hard and rough, and then fell over on the bed, totally spen

Fuck! He stepped close, pressing his body against mine. I could feel the heat of his cock resting against my stomach as he leaned down and kissed me deeply, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hands roamed over my body — squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, sliding down to grip my ass. “You have no idea how badly I’ve waited for a girl that’ll catch my eye so I could ruin her,” he growled against my lips. “And now you’re so fucking lucky it’s you because you’re gonna beg me for more!”

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.