Smutty Romance Books Novels & Stories

“Boss man is totally smitten with you.” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts. Yeah, right. He’s only doing this because I’m mad at him. Because he's scared I won't take him back. And maybe then I would have worked. Too bad Tamer talked some sense into me last night. “Smitten,” I say flatly, grabbing a mug, “is one word I’ll never use to describe Dmitry’s feelings for me.” Jerry chuckles like he knows something I don’t. “What's so funny?”

“There are blankets downstairs. And extra pillows. So you can make yourself comfortable.” “I will. And I plan to borrow a book or two from your interesting collection.” His eyes are on the bookshelf in my room, which is full of romance novels. “T.L. Smith seems to be one of your favorite authors.” “She is. Her books are dark, sexy, and a little fucked-up. Kind of like you,” I tease, lazily rolling over in his arms. “I am so fucking glad you are mine,” he whispers, holding me tight. “I love you, Callie.”

CONTENT: Solo masturbation, cumming, squirting, licking, boobs, wet, teasing. CHAPTER 1 It was a beautiful fall day. Unseasonably cool at 35 degrees, but perfect for the chore that awaited me. The local Salvation Army had put out a most needed list in the paper, and I knew we had a lot of those things collecting dust in the attic. Also, in three days, the city workers would be in our neighborhood for the fall pick up. They would come by in their big trucks and collect just about anything you put on the curb and haul it to the landfill. I had been putting off cleaning out the attic for about 3 years now.

he asked. “I can’t have you taking it off premises so yes,” she replied. “I know you’re a quick reader.” Damien Black was a good author. He could tell from the first page. The setting wasn’t unique, but he could tell the author was setting up something that hadn’t been done before. The story was set in at a British university in the 1960s and depicted a forbidden romance between a professor and student. The first smut scene he came across was tastefully done.

She could barely keep up with my passion, even though she was trying to dominate me. Suddenly, she pulled away, stunning me and making me crave more. She sat up and smiled down at me, making me roll my eyes. “You are playing with fire, baby,” I said and grabbed her thigh, then stroked the lace materials of her socks. “What if I want to get burned,” Sandy said and started to roll her hips, grinding my cock.

He pulls a book from the nearby stack on the table, its cover catching the light from the lamp. I recognize it: a hard copy of my favorite dark romance. "I didn't know you read smut," I tease, giggling. "I don't," he admits. "But a while ago, back at the clubhouse, I saw you reading it on your phone...and I bought a hard copy. You haven't touched it since, so I thought we could finish it together." My heart stutters. Oh.

“Clean me up. Slowly.” She leaned in and opened her mouth. Her tongue dragged along the underside of my cock first, careful and thorough, collecting every trace of cum and her own slick. I watched the way her lashes fluttered as she worked, the way she took the head between her lips and sucked gently, cleaning every inch like it was the only thing that mattered. Spit and leftover cum mixed on her tongue. She didn’t rush. She took her time the way I’d ordered, and the wet, soft sounds of her mouth filled the room again. When she finally pulled off, lips glistening, I reached down and wiped a smear of cum from the corner of her mouth with my thumb. Then I pushed the same thumb past her lips. S

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

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.

“Soaked. My pussy’s been aching for days. And after what I saw tonight… I need it rough.” We moved to a dark corner booth, away from prying eyes. The moment we sat down, his mouth was on mine….hungry, demanding. His tongue invaded my mouth as his big hand gripped my waist, pulling me against him. I moaned into the kiss, straddling his thigh and grinding my dripping core against the hard muscle there. The friction against my clit made me whimper. “Fuck, you’re burning up,” he growled against my lips. His hand slid under my dress, fingers brushing my soaked lace panties. “No wonder you’re desperate. You’re drenched.”