Smut Vs Erotica Novels & Stories

Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing together as they rutted against each other like animals. Lucas leaned in, hot breath against Damien’s ear. “I can smell how empty your hole is. How bad it needs to be knotted and bred by a stronger alpha.” He ripped Damien’s jeans open with one savage tug. Damien’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping, slapping wetly against his abs. Lucas shoved his own pants down, freeing his massive alpha cock — longer and thicker than Damien’s, veins bulging, the head already slick and angry red. Lucas spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. Their precum mixed, making everything slick and nasty.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.

He looked down at her sprawled on his desk — blouse open, tits out, skirt bunched around her waist, legs spread obscenely, and his creamy cum already oozing from her stretched hole. “Look at the mess you’ve made,” he sneered, pulling out slowly. A thick glob of his cum poured out of her gaping cunt and dripped onto the polished mahogany. “You’ve ruined my fucking desk with your whore juices and my seed. What kind of cheap slut does that during a job interview?” Sara whimpered, her pussy still fluttering from the intense orgasm. “I’m sorry, sir… I couldn’t help it. Your cock felt too good.” He slapped her swollen clit hard with his heavy cock, making her jolt.

I've fucked many women throughout my life, but I had just realized that with Sky it was different. When had I ever recovered so quickly? I practically pulled my cock out, and it was already hard again from watching it twitch around my fingers. In the bathroom, she leaned in the mirror, looking at her lip. I stood behind her and spanked her ass, placing myself between her legs. She looked up at me and smiled as her tongue licked her full lips. I slowly sank back into her, her walls enveloping my entire intimacy, and God, when I saw her smile in the mirror, I nearly killed her.

Her hips bucked forward, searching for friction. His fingers finally touched her pussy. He rubbed her swollen clit in slow, light circles. Lila moaned louder. She tried to press harder against his hand, but he pulled back every time she got close. He dipped two thick fingers just inside her entrance, spreading her wetness around, then pulled them out again. The teasing made her eyes water with frustration. “Please, Damien…” she begged, voice shaky. “I need it.” He slapped her pussy lightly. The wet smack made her cry out.

I said, "I'll show you." I got off the couch, went back to my bedroom, and grabbed the iPad. I'd long since surfed away from what I'd been reading, so I navigated to the front page of the site and handed it to my sister. Her eyes went wide. "Erotic literature?" "It sounds fancier than it is," I said, "It's just dirty stories. Word smut. But it works for me. I guess it kind of gives me the best of both worlds. The stories are hot, but they also engage my imagination. I'm sorry. I hope this isn't creepy. Maybe I shouldn't have shown you this."

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.

It’s the very first time that I have ever let a full sentence out without feeling like I’m going to make a mistake and bite myself halfway through talking. Lira’s eyes flash with delight and hunger. A sweet, wicked smile curves her full lips. “There she is, my brave girl.” She kisses me slow and deep, tongue sliding lazy and affectionate this time, tasting like my own cum and spiced sweetness. Then, she pulls out, leaving me achingly empty. Strings of our mixed juices stretch between us before breaking. Lira rises onto her knees, straddling my chest. Her thick thighs frame my face, that glistening, puffy violet cunt hovering inches above my mouth, her scent is intoxicating, I feel like I’m g