Smutty Novellas Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Kai watched Damon's long fingers hover over the textbook. The professor's hands were large, with a light dusting of dark hair across the back. Kai couldn't stop staring. Those fingers looked powerful enough to pin someone down, yet they moved with surprising gentleness over the pages. Damon leaned closer, explaining the literary analysis in that deep, calm voice. "The metaphor here represents repressed desire. Notice how the author uses the imagery of chains to show internal conflict." Kai nodded, but he wasn't listening. His mind kept drifting to Damon's lips from the day before, how close their faces had been. He shifted in his seat and tried to focus on the page instead of the heat buildi

Took me a long time to complete this one and I am very grateful to some of you who waited this long, those who commented and even drop vote, I can’t thank you all enough. As usual, I always like to update a book immediately after finishing one. But funnily enough, I already started one before this one ended. This book is a bit different from my style. It’s not the usual, billionaire, werewolf, single mom, rich kids and all. Drum rolling! Doooooooo! Dooooooo! It is a “SMUT BOOK.” I mean...Sex Book! You probably didn’t expect that right? Yeah but I am just trying to work out something new and fun for my readers. And I am hoping to do a great job on this one again. The title is—Dangerous Addict

Finally he pulled out facing me with a sly grin, lips cum-stained, hair tousled wildly. Only my breaths filled the air, as I leaned on the wall for support, eyes never leaving his... cum sticking to my butt and legs. “Buckle up sweetheart, There's more where that came from.” Rowan said, pulling out his cock from his pants, veins pulsing, cock bigger than before. “It's your turn now.”

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

SLUTTY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW 2. The office reeked of raw sex sweat, squirt, and thick cum. I stared up, blubbering, tongue lolling like a desperate dog. "Damn right, you broken little pig," Roman growled, voice dripping venom. He slapped his heavy cock across my tear-soaked cheeks-thwack thwack-smearing cum and snot, "One load? Pathetic. Open wide gag on it all. Show me you'll swallow every drop, every time, or I'll make you regret it."