Smutty Historical Romance Books Novels & Stories

"What's this?" "Romance novel," said Harriet. “...” Liam was speechless at first, but then slowly raised his voice, “But they… started making love to each other in chapter two?” "Mm-hm," Harriet nodded casually. Liam turned his head back to get a better look at Harriet's expression. “And you, my dear wife, can read things… like this… with such a straight face?” Harriet glanced at him and smiled. “I can read this novel in the middle of a restaurant without making any reactions now that I'm used to it.”

She smiles, a genuine warmth that's hard to deflect. The taste of cum. It's still there. A stark, unpleasant reminder. My heart pounds against my ribs, a dull, frantic rhythm. This isn't what I needed. This is just another layer of complication to an already messy night. I just wanted a simple rebound, a moment of physical release. But nothing, absolutely nothing, in Tony's world, or now, it seems, in my own, is simple.

Betty was beautiful, an orphan who had come to New York to follow her passion of being a health care worker, but instead, fell in love with stripping for money. "Oh.. he was okay." Madison grabbed the plate. "Hey! Go get yours in the kitchen!" Betty yelled with furrowed brows, snatching the plate from her. Madison rolled her eyes and got up reluctantly. "Glutton." She muttered under her breath before disappearing into the kitchen. Madison could barely sleep that night after having dinner. The outline of Killian's dick inside his pants kept her awake. She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why.

I’ve been dying without being able to send comments these past two days! [Wait, what happened? A bug?] [No, the book switched platforms. The old site shut down and the author rewrote the main storyline. It’s been re-uploaded on SmutReads!] “Smut… SmutReads?” My face drained of color. I couldn’t help blurting it out loud. The comments froze for a moment, then exploded. [Ha! I knew she could see us!] [Sweetie, you probably don’t know, right? The redemption arc got scrapped. It switched to a smut romance, and you’re the new female lead! The new storyline starts tonight.]

I said, and the lie tasted like burnt sugar dissolving on the back of my tongue. "Good." He straightened, already withdrawing, already moving on to the next thing. "You'll wear it when we entertain next week." His cologne lingered after he left the room, that expensive and aggressive scent that had claimed every space in this house, every breath I took inside it. I sat at my vanity and looked at the woman in the mirror with the diamond collar around her throat and thought about Claudette Harrow's voice across a dinner table. So neatly. I thought about my books gathering dust. About the letters I had written and found later in the wastebasket, the ink slightly blurred, read by eyes that were

Primo finished speaking, and it felt as though the world was tilting in my office. I closed my eyes, and it showed nothing but her face. Lucia. She was the woman who ruined me and had yet been the most ravishing sight I've ever seen. Lucia, the one whom I couldn't forget, even after a good eight years of trying. I opened my eyes and gave Primo the look. “Get me a cigarette.” A gold-tipped black Davidoff cigarillo rested between my fingers. Primo immediately lit it for me. Taking a deep drag of the cigarillo, the smoke invaded my lungs and calmed me down by turning me into ice-cold.

She moved her head back and forth so that it landed on both tits where it dripped down over her nipples. "Oh my God," I whispered while watching the cum dribble down her chin. Miss Ross smiled through her cum covered lips and said, "Look as good as you wrote about? I normally like to swallow, but figured I'd let you have your fantasy." "It looks...wow." Was all I could come out with. "It feels...." She winked, "Wow," with a sigh she added, "I love being dirty." Reaching down she grabbed my shirt and started wiping the cum from her tits, as she did she laughed, "Another little detail Alex, all your huge loads seem to disappear with no one cleaning them. Now tell me would you want to suck my n

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.

This is when I push her much closer than she already is to me, my hand fastened on her waist. I place my fingers of my other hand below her chin, cupping her jaw slightly. My head gradually closes in on hers. “Just one.” I add, my voice a whisper. My eyes are slightly closed and my lips rest just above hers. “One. . .” She breath, her head pushed forward to lock our mouths together. IMPORTANT AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi readers! I want to make an important announcement. I’ve decided to give up on writing smut. I will still write romance books but completely cut out the smut while also writing ml (I am a versatile author).

“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