Spicy College Romance Books Novels & Stories

She didn’t let me finish, interrupting me. “Besides nothing! You're going and that’s it. We did not come over here to not experience college life only so you can stay in your happy place alone reading your porn romance and listening to music.” I gaped. The guys began to laugh and my jaw dropped. No, this heifer didn’t. “W-what p-porn romance?! They are romance novels full of passion! You know…happy endings, not porn you jerk!” She began to laugh with them when they saw how nervous I looked and stammered.

Damn, I could feel heat pooling between my legs already, my pussy getting slick just from standing this close to him in the pitch black. His fingers flexed on my hip, not pushing me away. “Easy, Riley. Stay right there a second. I’ll get the fire going stronger so we can see.” His voice was low and rough. He kept his hand on me as he moved us toward the living room, guiding me. My body followed without thinking, thighs rubbing together with every step and making my clit throb. We settled on the rug in front of the fireplace. Dante stacked more logs and got the flames crackling high, the orange glow lighting up his face and those broad shoulders.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

His eyes, fixed on mine, intensify. He leans in, his scent filling my senses. He kisses me, slow and deep, tasting of wine and the lingering spices of dinner. His lips are soft, patient, but there’s a pressing hunger beneath. His tongue is bolder now, meeting mine, with a promise. This is what I’ve craved, this raw, uncomplicated intimacy. My entire body screams with it. Every nerve ending flares. We transition wordlessly, from the sofa to the sleeping area. The unspoken agreement is so fucking hot.

He even asked me out, which I turned down. Maybe if Professor Garrett didn't exist I would have considered him but he wasn't who I wanted. It wasn't surprising when things heated between us. One study session and I had his thick fingers slamming into my drenched cunt. That same day, I went on my knees and deepthroated his veiny cock until tears ran down my face. And that was how it started. He would come to my college apartment in the pretense of studying that would go south fast. He'd eat me out for hours. Spread my dripping cuntlips wide, slap his heavy cock against it, and grind his fat mushroom tip up and down my clit till we both came.

With that, the tense atmosphere between them became much more relaxed than it had been. For lunch, Matthew took Christina to a western restaurant close to the office and ordered a lot of spicy food. Christina felt weirded out by this. Matthew used to be a picky eater that refused to eat anything that had to do with chilli, yet somehow he ordered spicy food today. What was up with him today? They did not sit for long before they found themselves being surrounded by a small mob. “I’ve finally got you!” Philip had brought four lackeys along with him as he glared ferociously at the pair. It seemed that he was here to pay back on what had happened yesterday.

Elena’s POV I was curled up on the comfortable outdoor sofa on the deck, completely lost in my book. The afternoon sun was warm on my skin, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scent of the lake. This was one of my favorite spicy romance novels — the kind where the cold, powerful hero finally breaks down and confesses his undying love in the middle of a storm. I was smiling like a fool, biting my lower lip as I turned the page, my heart racing with the characters.

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by: Authoress Ricky Chapter Eight "It just something we made up they aren't really into anything"Michael bailed me out and he smiled breaking the lunch awkwardness. Jessica was drooling and seducing my brother, Michelle and Mark were just talking about some books. I didn't know Mark was a book lover too but I know Michelle love reading stories especially on W*****d. The food taste awful Jeremy muttered and I turn my gaze at him. "Are you okay because the food is the best have tasted since school resumed" I replied and he looked at me.

The intimacy was sudden, overwhelming, and absolute. Adrian let out a low, ragged growl from the deep back of his throat. His hands shifted instantly, sliding up her sides, dragging her flush against his chest so tightly there wasn't a breath of air left between them. The heavy friction, the suffocating heat, and the intense proximity made her head spin. Her hands slid up his chest, feeling the frantic, hammering rhythm of his heart beneath his tailored suit jacket, before threading through his dark hair, pulling his head back so he had no choice but to look at her.

EMMA God, the air in the house felt thicker than the humid summer night pressing against the windows. I was still buzzing from dinner—too much wine, too many lingering looks, and way too much skin on display. I’m Emma, twenty-one, fresh out of college with a body I knew turned heads: tight, athletic from years of running and yoga, perky C-cup tits that loved showing off under thin tank tops, and an ass that filled out my tiny cotton shorts perfectly. But tonight, the real heat wasn’t coming from outside. It was coming from her—my stepmom Sarah—and him—my stepbrother Jake.