Smut Romance Books Novels & Stories

He slowly led the way to the big couch, his eyes going from my boobs to the red g-string I had on. "I know you always get lost in those books of yours, don't think I haven't seen the kind of things you read.." he paused, my cheeks flushed as he made me sit on the couch. He got down on one knee in front of me, his hand still around my waist. "And I know your little head has cooked up fantasies.. fantasies of what you want to experience, of what what you want me to do to you." He paused and lowered his head to my drenched panties, taking a long, seductive whiff.

“Pretending the city doesn’t whisper about you.” Her chin lifted, sharp. “I don’t pretend. I rule.” “Do you?” He stepped closer, close enough that the scent of her perfume hit him; dark, expensive, intoxicating. “Because from here, it looks like Damian is ruling you.” Her breath hitched, subtle but there. Adrian smiled, dangerous and slow. He had found the weak spot. “Careful,” she warned. But her voice was softer now, like a wire pulled too tight. Zariah’s POV

voluptuous, confident, utterly irresistible. Our first meeting had been electric. The party buzzed around us, but the world narrowed to the space between her body and mine. I’d reached out on instinct when she stumbled slightly on those towering heels, my large hands encircling her waist. The moment my fingers pressed into her soft, warm flesh, she melted. A soft gasp escaped her lips, her pretty eyes widening as she leaned into me, her curves molding perfectly against my chest. Heat flared instantly, a raw, primal chemistry that left us both breathless. Her scent..jasmine and vanilla..wrapped around me like a lover’s embrace. I could feel her heart racing, her body trembling just enough to

My answer was another moan as she started rubbing her hand along the length of my cock. "So when I read that story I figured the two of us could help each other out. You get to fuck your hot teacher and I...." she gave my cock another squeeze and sighed, "I get to be the nasty little cougar I want to be." Slowly licking her lips she gave me another squeeze, "This Alex, will be one young cock I won't tease." "You...you won't?" I forced the words out as she started rubbing my cock harder. Still rubbing my cock, Simone reached back under her hair with her other hand and pulled the string to her dress. Lowering her hand she pulled the top down exposing her tits.

The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done. He reluctantly stopped reading when he saw an hour had passed. It was a shame to stop reading, but he did have a job to do. “It’s good isn’t it?” Becca said with a grin. “I’m really hoping he submits something else soon. We do have a six book deal with him so he’s got one book left.” Zach wondered what type of person Damien Black was based on his writing. His mental imagining of female centric erotica authors was middle aged women unsatisfied with their husbands. Damien Black seemed like someone refined and well read.

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

And there she was — Professor Mia Cromwell — bent over, trying to gather the scattered books, her pencil skirt hugging her ass in a way that made my cock twitch. I crouched down beside her and helped pick them up, handing her the stack with a small smile. “Here you go, Professor,” I said, my voice low. “You seem a little… distracted today.” Mia took the books from me, cheeks flushing that beautiful shade of pink I was quickly becoming addicted to. Her fingers brushed mine for a brief second, and I felt the spark of the mate bond shoot through both of us. She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor.

he looked around and laughed, “But enough of that, I want to hear about your writing. What are you working on at the moment?” I spluttered on the glass of water that I had just taken a drink from. Hmm, things always got awkward when I talked about my books. It was bad enough that I wrote about werewolves and vampires and stuff, but when I added in that the books were more than a little smutty, it would raise a few eyebrows. I certainly wasn’t sure that it was a good first impression that I wanted to give to someone who basically spent his days dealing with millions of pounds. “Oh, it’s a romance of sorts,” I said with a shrug and Dominic smiled.

Absolutely not. Furious that I left my phone, laptop, and speaker downstairs, I find myself with nothing to do. Do I have the patience for reading? No. Am I in the mood to read? Also no. Do I have anything else to do? Another no. Sighing deeply, I grab a book, plop down on the bed, and start reading my smutty novel. Smut is probably the last thing I should be reading right now, but it's the only thing available. And honestly, who doesn’t like smut?

Maybe he was a fan of Fifty Shades. He could have learned all the moves from the book. Paige glanced at Chris. He did not seem like the type to read erotica. Perhaps the book was his bible. Paige lifted the covers and looked at Chris smoking. Then, it dawned on her. Chris did not have a tobacco addiction. He did not really smoke. However, he enjoyed a puff or two after their bedroom fun. Paige asked Chris nervously, “You respect the old and care for the young, right?”