Spicy Books For Men Novels & Stories

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!

Only two seem to be nonfiction and self help books, yet when i check what content they will be self helping me with i feel surprise running through me. "The delicate art of seduction and manipulation." I fling that one to a corner of the room and pick up the other. "How to make men beg for a chance to fuck you." I fling that one even harder and it joins its partner on the floor near my wardrobe. There are four remaining. Four novels which I have two days to myself to devour. The smile that works its way up my face is radiant. I'm going to have such a good time.

“Look what I have.” “Is this my book?” she giggled as she recognized the cover. “Where did you get this?” “Belkin was telling us how you’re an author. I got a copy. I am very excited to read it. No wonder you are so brave and heroic when you write such stories.” “You do know this is a spicy book.” “Spicy? Cookbook?” “No. Sexy. It’s got a lot of sex in it. The main character has two penises.” “Lucky man! Is the book explicit?” he made wide eyes. “Does he use both penises?”

Chapter 2: Oily Hands Spreading My Ass While the Mechanic’s Thick Cock Teases My Greasy Hole Diesel’s dark laugh rumbled against Jake’s ear as he worked two thick, greasy fingers deeper into his tight hole. The rough calluses and leftover motor oil made everything slick and filthy, the digits stretching him open with slow, deliberate twists.

As you can imagine after 7 years, something needs to be done to keep the spice alive! It all began years ago when Dave "discovered" that I was into women. I found them sexy, attractive, and I longed to be with one. He knew that I had already been with a woman in my late teens, but since then nothing. We had discussed the possibility of us having a threesome in great detail many times, so on this special occasion, we were both ready for it.

Else, how would I explain where I was? I tried not to think about it, a small smile playing across my lips as I read the same page I had tried to yesterday at the office, reminding me of the time-out on the couch and bed. I had acted like quite the randy little slut yesterday. Dropping the book into my lap, I thought about Asher and his guest and the little display I had put on for them. Thoughts of exposing myself to them and then masturbating made my smile widen, and I felt a tiny but unmistakable twinge in my pussy. Mentally talking to my sex drive, I reminded myself that I couldn't give in to wild passions because of my marital status but must be ready for Asher whenever he wants me, the

A gasp slipped past my lips when his palm came down hard on my right ass cheek, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. "Shut the fuck up," he snarled, spanking me again even harder on my other cheek making me whimper loudly, the pain melting into an addictive pleasure. "You don't get to run that mouth when you're the one presenting your cunt to me." I couldn't help but push my ass back toward even more, desperate for more of those hard spanks that sent a delicious heat straight inside me. There was just something about Jameson that sets me on fire in a completely differently. With Nelson, I'd felt like been in control, dominating him. But with Jameson...I like submitting to him, like be

The taste of him floods me – coffee, cold anger, and that masculine essence, wild, now completely unbridled. A strangled sound rises in my throat. Protest? Fear? Submission? I don't know. My hands, inert, find themselves trapped between his chest and the wall of books. I feel them rise, settle on his chest, to push him away. But the strength isn't there. My fingers cling to the fabric of his shirt, like shipwreck survivors.

I wanted to choke on his cock and then ride it till I couldn't walk anymore. Davin seemed like a very complicated man. He was cold and never spoke unless it was necessary. The world knew he was a billionaire, a top CEO in the Mafia world. But I suspected he was a shady man, he probably had hands in the underworld, which was why he never allowed me into his study. Said it was private stuff not meant for me to know.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books