Steamiest Romance Novels & Stories

The feel of her hot cunt around him drew his precum and after a few strokes it became less painful for Donna. Kim trying to take her mind off the ravaging of her stretched pussy looked over to see the ugly little Mexican pumping his skinny hips between her friends spread legs. She would look so beautiful with Mike pumping between her firm thighs she thought, and then the image of Dan riding Donna flashed into her mind, it was strangely erotic. She was brought back to the present as Diego pulled her down hard on him getting just a little deeper and bringing another twinge of pain.

The familiar sound of my stepbrother existing in our house like he always had. My stomach twisted with guilt so strong it made me nauseous. I'd just had the filthiest, most desperate dream of my life about him. My stepbrother fucking me raw on the floor, calling me his, coming inside me over and over while telling me he'd wanted me for years. And the worst part? My body was still humming like it had been real. I pressed my thighs together and squeezed my eyes shut. This had to stop. These dreams had been getting worse for months! More vivid, more filthy, more impossible to ignore.

Liam groaned deeply and kept thrusting through my orgasm, drawing it out until I was shaking. He pulled out and laid down on his back, pulling me on top of him. Ride me, baby, he said, his voice rough with desire. Take what you need. I straddled him and slowly sank down onto his cock. We both moaned loudly as I took him to the hilt. I began riding him, rolling my hips in a sensual rhythm. Liam’s hands gripped my waist, guiding me while he thrust up to meet me. You look so beautiful riding my cock, he groaned, his eyes locked on where we were joined.

My nipples ached, my whole body trembling on the edge. Damien pulled back slightly to watch my face, eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. “Come for me, Ria. Come on your stepbrother’s fingers like the naughty little slut you are.” The dirty words pushed me over. My orgasm crashed through me hard and sudden. My pussy clenched violently around his fingers, juices gushing as waves of intense pleasure ripped through every nerve. I cried out, the sound carried away by the ocean breeze, thighs shaking as I rode his hand through the spasms.

“Is that all?? You can go ahead.” Naomi walked to the bookshelf and bent down. Her skirt lifted high, showing him the blue lace stretched over her ass. She dragged her finger slowly across the spines. “You have a nice collection,” she murmured, pulling one free. She flipped the pages, pretending to read. “Romance.” Her eyes flicked back to him. “Do you have something raw? Something erotic?” "Is that what you want to read?" Raymond asked. "Yeah," she replied. "I love reading erotic stories."

Jeremy leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, his t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps. “No, thanks,” she said, not looking up. He ignored her and stepped in anyway. “Sci-fi fan huh?” He said, picking up a stack of novels. “Yeah,” she said, low but a bit panicked because what if he saw? Just as he was about to dig further. “Jeremy, wait, don’t touch that.” Too late, he had already picked it up. “Oh?” he said, staring at the book, then back at her. “Dark romance? Erotica? I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” He teased.

I chuckled, “but I’m your ridiculous.” Her smile faded slightly, replaced by a flicker of conflict. “Yeah, well… except now, you’re technically my stepson.” A faint frown tugged at my lips, but I didn’t let that deter me. My hand moved gently to her face, cupping her jaw as I leaned closer. “Maybe on paper. But in my heart, I’ve never seen you that way. Not even for a second.” Then my lips found hers. I kissed her… softly at first, then deeper… as my hands slid up to the sleeves of her nightdress. I began to tug them down, but she pulled back suddenly, her breath shaky.

The heat is burning through me now, every nerve ending on fire. "Look at you," he murmurs against my skin, his teeth grazing my pulse point. "All dressed up like a beta, but underneath..." He yanks my shirt open, exposing my chest. "Underneath, you're just a desperate little omega, ready to be bred." His words should disgust me, but instead they make me moan. My hips roll forward, seeking friction, seeking him. Dominic chuckles, a dark, possessive sound that vibrates through my entire body.

They could smell the inexperience on my fictional characters, the fumbling uncertainty of a man who’d only ever seen a real cock in a gym locker room. I needed inspiration. I needed the real thing. I needed to see it, to hear it, to smell the sex in the air until it was so thick I could choke on it. And I knew exactly where to get it. Damian. He wasn’t just a guy; he was a myth. The captain of the lacrosse team, with a face that could make angels weep and a body that looked like it had been carved from granite and sin. The rumors about him were epic, whispered in hushed, reverent tones in dark bars and sticky dorm rooms. They said he was insatiable, a god of pleasure who left a trail of sati

He’s never been very romantic before. “Let’s see what you’ve got for us tonight.” Cassius lifts the lid from the dish I cooked earlier. It’s basically a Greek-style marinated steak, topped with olives, feta, and spinach, and of course now one of my favorites—tzatziki. He then sniffs the air, closing his eyes briefly. “Excellent as always. Now I’m envious.” I chuckle. “Of what? Oliver taught me that recipe.” His face turns slightly serious. “No, not that.” He serves a portion of the steak on my plate, then his.