Smutty Books Novels & Stories

She pulled back quickly, clutching the textbooks to her chest like armor. “Thank you,” she murmured, not meeting my eyes. “I’m fine. Just… clumsy this morning.” She looked flustered. More than flustered. Her breathing was slightly uneven, her nipples faintly visible through her blouse. The scent of her arousal was faint but unmistakable. The mate bond was hitting her hard, even if she didn’t understand why. I almost offered to carry her books to her office. Almost. But I knew how that would end — me bending her over her desk before she even had a chance to settle into her office. I needed to give her a little breathing room. For now.

“You don’t want the whole church to know what a cock-hungry slut you are, do you?” Temi bit her lip hard, nodding frantically as the footsteps grew closer then slowly faded. Only when it was silent again did Femi resume devouring her. He sucked her swollen clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly. Temi’s legs shook violently. “Uunngghh… yes… eat my pussy… I’m such a bad girl… ahhh…” Her juices flooded his mouth and chin.

“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.

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.

"Good slut. Sleep now, dream of me using you." Dawn crept, pain throbbing constant reminder. Mia knocked— "Up yet?" I panicked, Jax slipping out window quiet, cock print on my mind. Dressed slow, pussy leaking cum down thighs, sore walk to kitchen. His eyes met mine over coffee, smirk promising: "Anytime." Dirty heat simmered weekend far from done, brother's claim deeper. But guilt twisted with lust Mia chatting clueless, her brother’s cum inside me. He cornered me later by sink, hand under skirt quick fingers sliding folds, parting open. "Shh, anytime quickie," growled dirty.

“Such a pretty little slut.” I’ve never been called a slut once in my life. It’s something I expect I’d hate. But my reaction to her calling me a slut is my core clenching around emptiness, and she sees it because she laughs. “You love being called a slut?” I moan in agreement, squirming to be filled. Climbing onto the bed behind me, she caresses my backside, shoving a finger inside me. “Then I’ll call you my pretty little slut.”

“I already finished the book you lent me. Can I borrow more?” “Sure, do you want the same romance, or do you want it to be different? Like smut?” she asked, her grin was so wide I could practically see all her teeth. “Smut?” The word felt odd on my tongue, so I tilted my head, genuinely puzzled. Not only did she look absolutely thrilled, but it was the first time I’d ever heard that word. For most of my life, the only books I’d read were about history or science. Novels were still a new territory.

But Jammy’s gaze stayed pinned on her. Lustre stiffened where she stood in her silk blouse and pencil skirt, every inch of her too-aware of the way his attention caressed her like smoke around skin. “You’re not blending in,” he said, voice velveted steel. Smooth, but cutting. “I wasn’t trying to,” she replied. “You’ve got fire in your blood,” Jammy murmured, rising from his seat. “That’s why I hired you. I smelled it.”

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.