Smut One Shots Novels & Stories

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

Permiton continues, “The barrier that protects Altinna was first erected by a fae with silver eyes, just like Maerilee’s. This fae was a powerful sorceress, and she was connected to not one, not two, but four different men. Each of them was her One, and together, they were able to create the barrier that has protected our kingdom for centuries.” A hush falls over the room as his words sink in. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I absorb what he’s saying. Four Ones. The idea seems impossible, yet here I am, sitting beside two men who both strengthen my magic in ways I can’t fully understand. Could it be true? Could I be meant to have more than one One, just like this ancient fae? My mother

She won't last in prison, Sam. "Please, brother! Cum for me!" Lucy insisted, falling back onto her knees just as Sam began to waver. Lust consumed him as he stroked his dick, desperate to fulfil her wish. Even if it was just this once. "Sorry uncle," Sam exploded with a deep groan, shooting thick, heavy ropes of cum all over Lucy's pretty face. “Take it, you cum hungry bitch! Every fucking drop! You earned it. Open up and drink!" Lucy eagerly opened her mouth for him to shoot his load into. Then she lapped up as much as she could from her lips and cheeks, moaning sluttily at the taste.

Looking up through hooded eyes I spot a bottle of expensive rum right behind her head. I grab it, pulling the top off with my teeth. I take a swig, the taste of coconut filling my mouth. My other hand firm on her hip I suddenly have the urge to taste her. Holding the bottle above her sex I smirk and tilt the bottle forward. Cold rum splashes over her pink lips, her body tensing in my hold. I drop the bottle to the floor and devour her clit. The taste of musk and coconut fucking delicious; an aphrodisiac.

She explained to him Martin smiles, he was surprised, how simple she is. And next, when he hired a secret photographer to take their picture during holiday, and he gave the picture to her, Martin remembered how happy she was. She showed him, through video call, her office and as she said, she put the picture on the left of the table. Little that she knows, copies of that picture are in his San Francisco and Chicago’s office.

Jane murmured. This was so satisfying to watch. I knew she had a thing for me and it always irritated me how the women batted their lashes at me with every given opportunity they get. But now, a perfect opportunity has presented itself in front of me. “Now, here comes my proposal. Considering the fact you’re in love with me already, I can still fuck you without offering you anything. But because I’m Jordan Denver and I’m generous, I’ll offer you five million dollars every time you satisfy me and give me a good fuck.” I said as I took out my cheque booklet from my drawer.

Lionel said, "which one's yours—the one on the left, or the one on the right?" Jamie didn't get a chance to answer before two DNA reports popped up on the screen. "I'm a helpful guy," Lionel said with a faint smirk. "I already did the tests for you. The one on the left is mine. Neither of them is yours." Jamie froze, eyes wide, and turned toward Tracy in disbelief. "That can't be right! You said one of them was mine!" Tracy hesitated for a moment, then covered her mouth as if something had just clicked.

My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread. Zane burst in at the sound. One look at the spider bot, and realization dawned on him. "Could the organizers be helping him cheat? Feeding him your data?" he asked, because it made no sense otherwise. I stood frozen, shadows pooling around me. There were only two hours left before the submission deadline. I couldn’t build another bot in that time. "I’m calling the organizers." Jaw tight, I pulled out my phone, only to see that Lila had called me over a hundred times. After realizing she’d been blocked, she’d used someone else’s phone to send me two texts.