Smutty Books Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

The cum on her skin smeared across the pane, obscuring her reflection and the city beyond into a blurry, abstract painting. “Look at that,” the shaved-head one growled, coming up behind her. He ran a hand down the curve of her spine, over the swell of her ass. “Painting the town with our jizz. Literally.” He kicked her feet apart with his own, widening her stance. Her cunt, still gaping and swollen, was pressed against the smooth, cold surface. She could feel the slickness of her own juices and the men’s loads smearing on the glass. “Hands flat on the window,” the pierced one ordered. “Don’t move them.”

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

“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.

"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.

Genre: Dark Fantasy Billionaire Romance | Explicit | FL: Ruby Senty ML: Rudolph Clarksville Doff – “The Beast King” . . . The first time Ruby Senty saw Rudolph Clarksville Doff, she was barefoot, soaked in forest rain, and trying to escape a man who’d paid for her body.