Smutty Booktok Books Novels & Stories

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Smoke curled around him, a shadow against the skyline. “You shouldn’t smoke,” she teased, leaning against the doorframe. Jon didn’t look back. “I shouldn’t do a lot of things.” She crossed the balcony, stealing the cigarette to take a drag herself. He watched her then, eyes flicking with something raw. “You’ll destroy me,” he said finally, voice low. Lilith’s heart clenched. “You think I haven’t already been destroyed?” That silenced him. She pressed closer, sliding the cigarette from his hand, setting it aside. “Maybe we’re both already ruined. So what does it matter if we burn each other?”

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.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

Lots of smut. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a book convo,” I said. “Have you read anything noteworthy?” Chance whispered. As if we were sharing secrets. “I’ve been so busy. My latest read is an omegaverse,” I whispered back. “Mm.. there’s a lot of smut in those,” he teased. “There is,” I said. “Did I not give you enough last night?” he gasped. My step faltered, and I inhaled sharply.

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

She tasted like sin—musky and addictive—and as I lapped at her, her hips bucked, smearing her wetness across my face. I focused on her clit, circling it with firm, insistent strokes of my tongue, feeling it swell and throb under the pressure. Her moans grew louder, breathy and desperate, and I added three fingers, thrusting them deep into her soaking channel. Her walls clamped down immediately, hot and rippling, sucking at my digits like they were my cock. I pumped them hard, curling to hit her g-spot with each in-stroke, the spongy ridge yielding under my fingertips and making her cry out.