Steamy Book Excerpts Novels & Stories

“If it isn’t little Lia the nerd. Come to watch the show?” “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered, clutching her books tighter. Her nipples hardened against her bra. “I didn’t mean to—” “But you’re not leaving.” He turned fully toward her now, cock still in hand, bold and unashamed. A bead of precum glistened at the slit. “You like what you see, don’t you?” Lia’s mouth went dry. Her pussy throbbed. She had touched herself hundreds of times thinking of him, but this was real.

She came hard, trembling against the bookshelves, her moans swallowed by my lips while I kept fingering her through every wave, drawing it out until she was a shaky, dripping mess. I pulled my fingers out slowly, brought them to my lips, and licked them clean while she watched with wide, dazed eyes. “See?” I whispere d, smiling. “I told you I’d handle it.”

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

Chapter One ‎HOT AND HEAVY ‎ ‎It had not rained for weeks!! Last night had felt like I was baking in a sauna and not in a good way. My cooling system had worked so hard, so f*****g hard, that it packed up the day before. My house slowly but surely became outrageously hot, so hot that when I looked down, I could see my n*****s peeking through the thin fabric of my sleeping T-shirt, already damp with sweat, and it wasn't even 9am yet.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

It drummed against the tiles and filled the small space with white noise and the clean smell of wet stone. He set me down gently, feet first, but kept one arm around my waist because my knees still felt unsteady. The tiles felt cool under my feet for a moment before the hot water warmed them. He then stepped in behind me and closed the glass door. The steam trapped inside right away. It wrapped around us, thick and humid, making every breath feel heavier and wetter. Water ran over my shoulders, my back, and between my breasts. It flowed down my stomach and between my thighs, washing away the last sticky traces of the night. I could feel their cum sliding slowly down my legs and swirling towa

“Just like that, little maid.” I started moving my head slowly, sucking him deeper with every bob. My tongue swirled around the underside of his shaft the way I remembered from the few times I had done this before. But nothing had ever felt like this. The power in his grip, the way he watched me with those dark grey eyes, the low curses spilling from his lips. It made me feel dirty and wanted at the same time. I took him deeper, relaxing my throat as much as I could. Saliva coated his cock, dripping down my chin as I worked him. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the quiet kitchen and made my face burn with embarrassment, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

She nodded, her breath coming out in pants as she ground softly against my thick bulge. I gave her a dark smile. "You want me that bad, huh?" She nodded again. "Yeah. I want you." My dick was already throbbing by the time I set her on the mahogany desk, flinging the books and knick-knacks on the table to the ground. She lay bare against me, hazel eyes fluttered, legs wide inviting me in. Pleasure pulled low in my stomach, charging all the way down to my cock as I watched her soaked led lacy panties being brandished before me.

My breasts were so swollen and sensitive that each flick of his tongue caused lightening to strike in my p***y. ‎ ‎I was so turned on that my p***y clenched in on itself and ached with the need to be touched too. He released my n*****s and I lay back on my elbows as he began nibbling my ribs and working his way down my stomach. He stopped at my belly button and he licked the water that had pooled there. I drew in my breath imagining his tongue delving deep in my p***y. His mouth moved downward and in the same swift motion as before, he loosened the straps of my swimsuit bottom and flung it to the side with the bra. He stared at my p***y for long before whispering.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She