Novel & Cerita Smut Novels

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

My breath hitched again, and I fought the urge to shiver. It was almost like the smut novels I enjoyed reading at night on the comfort of my bed—the ones I kept hidden under my mattress, where the girls knew exactly what to say and when to lean in. Liam leaned closer to me, slowly and deliberately, and it was almost as if he was going for my lips. My eyes flicked to his mouth for a second, then back to his eyes. “I can see how this would be effective,” I said with my eyes still on his as I let out a nervous breath. My voice trembled just slightly.

“Say it! Tell us you’re ours! That you’re a slut for all of you daddy's workers ” “I’m yours! All of yours! I’m your slut! Please, use me! I’m so wet! I’m so dirty! Fuck me!” she begged in a raw voice. Her hips rocked against Nathan’s fingers, mouth working over Matt’s cock. Finally, Matt groaned, cumming into her while Nathan sunk his dick into her cunt. She screamed as he fucked her hard and brutal. Lucinda swallowed every drop of Matt's cum, moaning and whining as her body was wracked with pleasure.

It is very faint and will probably fade away by tomorrow but knowing that I had gotten her crazy enough to the extent that she dug her nails into my arm makes a smile form on my face. Snapping out of it, I take a quick shower and rub one off. It doesn't take long. Picturing Samantha on that bed, hair messy, nipples hardened, and legs opened for me has me coming embarrassingly fast and whispering her name as I tip over the edge. God. I'm so fucked up.

❦ Rosalind ❦ “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” Sabella chirped with a satisfied smirk, a finger rising to wipe at her lips. I felt a smile of my own crack my face wide open. “Oh no! I interrupted. I should leave. Stunning areola, by the way.” Her face dropped as she instinctively palmed her exposed breast, her finger thumbing her nipple piercing. I spun away and out of the room, my breaths catching fire as I got further and further away from the spectacle I had walked into.

I said,my voice firm. She nods, her hands on her thighs for balance. I watch her face tighten with effort. A second passes, Then I hear the first trickle. Warm golden piss hits my chest, Splashing against my skin. It's hot, like liquid heat spreading out. The stream is stronger, hitting me right in the center of my chest. running down in rivulets over my nipples and stomach. The smell hits me—sharp, musky, all her. I love it. My chest gets soaked fast.

I asked, "Oh, so what is it then?" Trust me, I read just one paragraph when she sent me those kinds of stuff and it was full of..okay, I don't wanna think about it. Yuck! Roshini's eyes lit up as she answered, "Smut. We called it smut." She seemed to be drooling over the idea of reading it again. I was a hundred percent sure that as soon as she reached the room, she was going to change, eat, and then she would start reading her smut... yeah, smuts till late at night.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

Chapter 17 POVs: Zariah & Damian Zariah’s POV The moment the lock clicked, time froze. Adrian’s breath still lingered against her cheek, his hand at her jaw. The sound of the door unlocking sliced through the air like a blade. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. The door swung open, and Damian stepped inside — precise, immaculate, dark suit gleaming under the light. His eyes found her first, and then him. Adrian.

A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover. It was a book filled with enough filth that it’ll make the raunchiest whore flush. A tantalizing tale of a beast for a man, living deep in the wilderness with his lover. As he love to cherish his wife, gifting her with the rare treasures he finds on his daily hunt, he’s addicted to fucking her. Page after page of the raunchiest smut, detailed enough that it felt as if I was on the receiving end of his heavy thrust. God, I was horny.