Smut Books Dark Romance Novels & Stories

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

I рrеѕѕеd mу bоdу against Tom hіdіng mу tіtѕ from vіеw. I looked аt hіѕ fасе fоr encouragement. He kissed mе lightly and ѕаіd, "I lоvе уоu." Then hе whіѕреrеd, "уоu slut." Hіѕ hаndѕ went to mу hірѕ and he ѕрun mе аrоund. Thеrе I was, fасіng these fоur mеn,, twо оf thеm vіrtuаl ѕtrаngеrѕ, in juѕt mу thоng and heels. Mу nipples wеrе hard. I wоndеrеd if thеу соuld tеll hоw ѕоаkеd mу раntіеѕ wеrе.

“This is crazy. But… yeah. I want it.” Damien grinned that wicked dominant smile I knew so well. “Good girl. On your knees.” I slid off the bed, kneeling between them. They both freed their cocks—Damien’s familiar, thick and veined; Cas’s longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. “Look at her,” Damien said, stroking himself. “Our greedy little slut.” I took Damien into my mouth first, sucking deep like I’d done so many times. He groaned, hand in my hair.

I heard footsteps and it was coming closer. “Sister Raven?” The voice is gentle, sleepy and laced with concern. It’s Sister Miriam, the youngest novice, her cell just two doors down. “Are you alright? I heard…” I freeze against the wall, heart hammering so loud I’m sure she can hear it through the plaster. My shift clings to my damp skin, nipples tight, peaks scraping the fabric with every shallow breath. Between my thighs the slick heat pulses in time with the scar on my belly, that cursed little crescent that never lets me forget how alive this body still is. His text from last night keeps looping: ‘ruin… holy little cunt… forget how to pray.’ Each syllable drips lower, coating my folds un

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

- she added, looking at her a little indignantly. - Yes, I do.- Alice replied without losing any of her confidence.- For example, when Damon's kin submerged him in the waters of the Lake of Darkness, it didn't affect him at all and he still remembered Selene, and his love hadn't waned, and as we all know, the Lake of Darkness has tremendous power. It can wash away any charm, including that of sorceresses from old clans. Of course, every magic charm.- she said, emphasizing the word "magic".- As we also know, true love, as it is common thing among people, has nothing to do with witchcraft or magic. In my opinion, this was the love that brought those two together, which is why the waters of the

Her long, midnight-black hair was spread across the pillow like dark silk, and her body bore the delicious evidence of their passion—faint hickeys blooming on her neck and shoulders, light handprints on her ass cheeks, and the sticky remnants of dried cum between her smooth thighs. Damien Cross woke up rock-hard, his thick morning wood pressed firmly against the soft, warm curve of her ass cheek. The sight of her like this—marked, used, and still so irresistibly tempting—sent a fresh surge of lust through him. He couldn’t resist. Moving slowly behind her, he gently spread her legs wider. Raven stirred, a sleepy, seductive smile curving her full lips even before her violet eyes opened. “Greed

**Chapter 5: Claimed in the Shadows** Jack Blackwood’s mouth was relentless, devouring hers with a hunger that stole what little breath Sora had left. His hand gripped her thick waist, fingers digging possessively into the soft, yielding flesh that Melvin had always mocked. Instead of pulling away in disgust, Jack groaned low in his throat, pulling her even closer until her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his hard chest.