Spicy Book Scenes Novels & Stories

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

He opened the book and quickly navigated to where he had left off two days before. “There’s a really hot scene coming up in 20 pages,” Darien said. Zach knew he was blushing. He ignored Darien and continued reading. True to his word, there was a hot and heavy smut scene 20 pages later. “Are you enjoying it?” Darien teased. The younger man nudged him with his elbow and hid his face in the book. It was mortifying to read smut in front of his very attractive boss who was also gay.

Hello my beautiful readers! For those of you that don't know, my books are considered ‘steamy’. This means that they will be filled with lots of detailed steamy scenes. Specifically, this book may have lots of sėx scenes, some bdšm, violence, kīdnapping, profane language, the whole nine yards, so if you don’t feel comfortable with that, please skip those chapters or the book altogether. This will be your only warning. For those of you that haven't read my books before, they are known to get wild and more times than not end in a cliffhanger. You've been warned!

“Like what you see?” “Ugh! Read first. Open the book without looking, then read the page aloud while I’m putting it into action.” I laugh, shaking my head. “So, uh— wife, you want a role-play based on the book, huh? Don’t you have an erotic romance with you? I wonder where did you get this idea.” Romance book has a sex scene in the first few chapters if they meet at the club or party, in the middle when the main characters connect each other, and of course before the ending.

I licked my lower lip and looked at him seductively. He gripped my hair and then claimed my lips. I felt him biting my lips over and over again, to the point that I can now feel the taste of metal in my mouth. His mouth fell on my chest, and he sucked it both like a lion, so angry at his prey. His eyes are burning, and I anticipated all of his touches, even if they were harsh and rough. All the more I want it. He had just finished on my chest when he pulled me into his body and then claimed my lips again. A moan escaped from my mouth when he lifted me up and slapped my butt five times.

She paused, setting the book aside. Gregory laughed, his breath catching. “Evil girl, always leaving me mid-way through a sex scene,” he complained. “I have to lubricate on occasion,” she deliberately took a delicate sip of tea from the very expensive teacup. “Alright then? Let’s continue. ‘Oh, f-k,’ Red cried out loudly. ‘Suck me harder you f-king c-k sucker.’ Jason gagged as Red’s hips drove his throbbing c-k further down his throat and he swallowed in reaction, causing Red to sob in a breath and cum, the taste sharply bitter against Jason’s tongue. As he swallowed, Jason wished that just for once, Red would do something, give some indication, that this was more to him than a quick release

I whispered, smiling warmly at him. "You're right," he nodded, lying beside me. "So, where do I start?" he asked, flipping through the pages. "From the beginning, of course," I blurted out, chuckling. He laughed as well, flipping back to the first page. I moved closer to him, laying my head gently on his shoulder as he started reading the book. The book didn't start as Alexander expected. It was too spicy for the first chapter. "What in the name of God is this?" Alexander gasped, his eyes widening at the book.

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.