Novel & Cerita Smutty Novellas

“Fuck it! I love your cock!” It was too late to take it back because she could see the hurt clearly written on Ariel’s face. Her breathe caught in her throat when Noel pulled at her hair aggressively as he pounded into her. Lorna cried out in pain and pleasure as she and Noel reached climax. AUTHOR NOTE It is a very unique experience to create a story very dear to my heart and get to share it with you! This is my first time writing a smut book so I want as much as possible keep it long like my other books. I still think I am doing a great job as a first timer. I hope it was fun reading this short book just as it was fun for me while writing.

I was so close already, my walls clenching around his thick cock, when the office door suddenly burst open. A nerdy girl from our class, with glasses, messy bun, was clutching her assignment, as she stood over there frozen, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the sight of me bent over the desk with Professor Harlan’s cock buried deep inside my pussy.

NOTE: 1. This book contains mostly fantasy, romance, light smut with a touch of comedy. 2. English is not the author's first language, so please bear with any errors and any constructive criticism will be duly appreciated. 3. Please drop feedbacks as it encourages the author. Chapter one ~ The blue moon pack ~

Harper stands there in nothing but a short silk robe that hangs open, revealing her perky breasts and shaved pussy. She looks thoroughly fucked and satisfied from her night with Dennis. "Well, well. The new lovebirds are awake," she says with a wicked, knowing smile. "Did my pathetic little cuck fill Julia's greedy womb like I ordered?" "Yes, Madam," I answer, my face burning. Julia squeezes my cock tighter, pumping it slowly. "He did. Shot so much thick cum deep inside me I can still feel it leaking out. You were right about him, Harper. He has a decent dick for a worthless cuck."

Employees looked away too quickly, guilt written in every glance. They had all seen the headlines. They had all smelled the blood in the water. But it wasn’t their betrayal that mattered. Only one man’s did. Damian’s office sat at the end of the hall, the glass door reflecting her approach like a mirror. Her reflection looked poised, unreadable. But inside, she was fire and ash. She didn’t knock. She walked in. Damian was behind his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, as though he had been working tirelessly. His eyes lifted to hers, steady, unreadable.

And the woman who’d starred in every one of his private, feverish dreams for the past year. She stepped inside, the heels of her expensive boots clicking decisively on the worn concrete. The scent of her perfume, something dark and expensive, like night-blooming jasmine and cigar smoke, cut through the smell of hay and livestock. It was a fragrance that didn’t belong here, just like she didn’t. It was a declaration. “I’m sorry, Ms. Conty,” Jack murmured, his voice rough from disuse. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs. “The heifers… they’re all fed.”

Those three chests had been enough to make Maurice look good. Now, however, there were far more than three chests. Maurice was already greedily eyeing the chests as if they were his. Meanwhile, Camilla's eyes gleamed as she ran to the chests and opened one at random. The items inside sparkled under the sun—they were all precious treasures. She couldn't help but take a huge pearl and balance it on her palm. "This is gorgeous, Mo. Can you give it to me?" "Of course. I'll give you whatever you want, Cami," Maurice said.

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

Inside was a single black lace thong and a note in Nathan’s handwriting. Wear these next time the printer jams. I’ll know. I laughed until I cried. Then I put them on under my dress and went to the copy room and touched myself again, this time thinking about him on the other side of the ocean knowing exactly what I was doing. The affair is over. The hunger is not. And every time I walk past that beige machine I feel a secret, filthy thrill that no promotion, no raise, no respectable relationship has ever been able to match.

Every moment with them left me feeling a little more helpless, a little more captivated. I noticed I hadn't felt Devon's hand on me. I looked sideways and saw him sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking his cock while spitting into his palm. His cock was longer than everyone else's and slightly different. It was curved and a little thicker, and the sight made me swallow hard.