Spicy Romance Novels & Stories

He found my lips again as he slowly unbuttoned my pants. “I am going to make you wash that dirty mouth of yours.” He carried me over and laid me on the desk as my pants were being ripped off and leaving me in my laced panties. “I love when they match.” He whispered. He ripped his shirt off his back and man he was ripped. He ran his palm from my chest down to my stomach as he found my sweet spot and moved them to the side before indulging himself in my sweet spot. His tongue met my beat and completely soaked my panties that were still on me. I didn’t think anything could be so great. He eventually slid them off me before getting back to town and not before he slipped his middle finger in me c

“I even had to send you a text message.” “So, it was you,” Shadow uttered in a deadly serious tone as she was not in the mood to entertain the other. “Of course, it was me,” Spider answered proudly, running her fingers over her Dutch braid. ‘What do you want?” Shadow asked, signaling her aides to step back. “Hm?” Spider tilted her head. “What do I want, you ask?” With a quick jump, she landed on the ground. Dusting the invisible dust off her arm, she looked at Shadow. “I wanna spar with you. And maybe, make you mine?”

“You left like you were on fire. Damien’s still at the party. People are asking.” “Let them,” Selena snapped. “I’m done playing dress-up for their entertainment.” Lexi folded her arms, concern etched on her face. “Did he say something? Or was it Camille?” Selena flinched at the name. Camille had smiled that shark smile all night, circling Damien, dropping loud, pointed hints that they still shared something real. Selena had kept her composure, played her part… but when Damien didn’t deny Camille’s words—when he simply stayed silent—it shattered the fragile calm she’d been clutching.

"The Dean will be back in thirty minutes, Roman. Get on your knees. I want to see if your tongue is as sharp as your architectural drawings." Roman didn't hesitate. He dropped to the floor between her legs, his face inches from her dripping heat. He could smell her-raw, salty, and ready. He buried his face in her, his tongue lashing out to find her clit. Maya let out a sharp, jagged breath, her hands finding his hair and pulling him deeper into her. "Yeah, worship your TA," she groaned, her voice a guttural scrape. "Lick it clean, you pathetic little failure."

My husband was out there working his ass off during our honeymoon to provide me with the best life while I was riding his Daddy's face like a whore. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But the apology dissolved into another moan as Leon’s tongue flicked rapidly, then flattened, lapping at me like he was starving. Two thick fingers plunged deep into my pussy without warning, curling perfectly against that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyes. “Ahh—fuck, yes! Right there… oh God, Daddy, your tongue feels so good.” He groaned against my clit, the vibration shooting through me. “That’s it, grind on my face like the horny little slut you are.”

"But you will get used to them. You will even discover that one can live in them. That one can love in them." "Love?" she breathes, and it's almost a bitter, stifled laugh. "Obsession, then. Desire. Possession. Call it what you will. It's the cement that will bind us. The fire that burned everything to make way for something new. For us." I kiss her. She doesn't respond, but she doesn't pull away. Her mouth is soft, bruised, and I feel the tremor of her entire being, that conflict between disgust and an attraction she can no longer deny. I drink in this conflict. It nourishes me.

He was so aggressive; it turned me on even more. “I need to fill you up with my cock right now.” He pulled away and stood straight then grabbed my thighs and pulled me close. “I wish I could taste your delicious pussy but with that meal we just had. I don’t want to hurt you down there with the spice still lingering on my tongue.”

Spencer's pitch-black eyes slightly sparkled as he remained expressionless. The next moment, Lucille found herself inexplicably pinned onto the couch. Before she could react, Spencer pressed his lips onto hers, eliciting a moan from her. Lucille didn't resist but quickly accepted his sudden, passionate kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck in response to his kiss. With their lips connected, the kiss went from aggressive to passionate. The air of romance slowly rose following their increasingly heavy breathing as the temperature in the living room gradually rose.

"You're disgusting!" "Disgusting?" Spencer felt so consumed by jealousy and anger that he could not bother choosing his words. "Then, what does that make you, who's been with someone so disgusting?" He suddenly picked Ariana up. Still thinking about the video call with Enrique, Ariana cried out, "What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" Spencer's eyes were burning red. "You know what I'm doing!" He threw her on the bed and pressed down on her. "I'd only been making love to you when I was drunk. How could it possibly feel better than doing it sober?" Spencer began tearing at her clothes. "You called me disgusting, right? I'll show you what real disgust is!"

There was something about him that drew me in, something that made me want to know him on a deeper level. And so, as we lay there, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating in time, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The aftertaste of chili flakes lingered on my tongue, a faint echo of the inferno that had just raged between Spencer and me. It wasn’t the first time we’d used a little spice to liven things up, but this time, the heat seemed to linger in the air long after our bodies had cooled. Spencer, however, wasn’t finished fanning the flames. He lay sprawled on the bed, a picture of post-coital smugness. “Thanks for that,” he said, his voice dripping with something fa