Novel & Cerita Spicy Mm Romance Books

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.

She inhaled a sharp breath and said, “I want your mouth.” My chest swelled with satisfaction, and I made the first lick, the taste a mixture of sweet, tangy and spicy. If I had known how fucking delicious she tasted, I would’ve taken her long ago. I purred at the back of my throat and licked her folds again, moving all the way to her clit. “God, yes,” she cried out, her hands shooting out to clutch the top of my head. This was exactly what I had been waiting for. “I’m not going anywhere, cara mia... until I make you come.” I smiled against her sex.

Chest to chest, so close yet not touching. His eyebrow arched; a small playful smirk pulled at his lips. “In recovery, if last night was proof of anything maria, it’s that your good with your hands” He leaned in closer. “y bien con los labios” he whispered, his lips brushing the skin of my ear ever so slightly, sending shivers to pass down my spine. God this man knows exactly the words, and movements to make to turn me in to a melting mess. My body reacts to his Spanish accent and dirty words with excitement, and I honestly don’t know how to handle this stand-off scenario that we seem to have engaged into.

“Spank me while you destroy me.” He obliged, fucking me even harder until I shattered a fourth time, my juices soaking the floor beneath us. Finally, he pulled me on top, and I straddled his lap. I sank down slowly onto his cock, savoring every thick inch stretching me open. I rode him like a woman possessed, grinding my clit against his pelvis with every bounce. My breasts bounced heavily in his face as he sucked and bit my nipples, sending sparks straight to my core. “Cum on my cock again, Mia,” he growled, gripping my ass and thrusting up to meet me. “Soak me.”

Should have spread him wider with my thumbs and fucked my tongue inside that fluttering hole until he was crying, begging, grinding back against my face like he couldn’t get enough. “Damn it… Miles…” My rhythm faltered for a second as the fantasy sharpened. I wanted him over my lap—ass up, wrists pinned at the small of his back—while I fed him inch after thick inch. Wanted to watch those plush, kiss-bitten lips stretch obscenely around my cockhead, saliva dripping down his chin as he struggled to take me deeper. Wanted to feel his throat convulse when I hit the back, hear him gag and moan around me, tears streaming while he looked up with those big, wrecked eyes and called me Daddy again.

I licked and sucked and moaned, completely lost in the taste and smell and heat of them. Sophia leaned forward again and took Mia’s nipple into her mouth, sucking hard while she kept grinding on my tongue. Mia reached down and pinched my nipples, twisting them as she humped my pussy faster. The table was soaked beneath us. Oil, sweat, and cream made everything slippery and loud. The air felt thick and hot, heavy with the raw smell of sex.

Adrian plunged into my pussy with his thick cock while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, keeping a relentless rhythm that left me trembling. “Ohh… fuck…” My breath hitched as both his cock and fingers moved together, their pace perfectly synchronized. The room echoed with ragged breathing and low groans. I could barely gather my thoughts as sensation overwhelmed every attempt to stay composed. Enzo pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on my tongue as I gagged around him, yet he continued thrusting steadily, never giving me the chance to recover. I grabbed Damien’s cock and felt it harden beneath my touch. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked slo

Pleasing his wife meant trying to share some of her interests, but he didn’t expect to be pages deep into a story about some Afghans and their wars. This was not a romance story. He shut the copy of A Thousand Splendid Suns. He only enjoyed her mafia romance novels when he was reading them to her, or he would have started with those. They contained lots of misinformation about the mafia, but Camilla cared more for the main leads happy ever afters so he kept shut. Maybe that was why she liked the books. They were a respite from her mafia reality. The long-awaited call came in. His phone buzzed on the hotel bed, and he tossed the book on it. He picked up the device and murmured a gruff, “Tell

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Spicy books. Droves of them which I have read for fun without her knowing of course, and they all share one feature. They’re forbidden romances. Always been a stepbrother and a stepsister. While I believe Mor would kill whatever typecast male jock was set as her sexy step brother if she was ever in one of those novels…. she’s not. She’s right here. Right now. With a stepbrother she can’t stop looking at and who can’t stop looking at her even though he hides it.