Novel & Cerita Steamy Book Passages

“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.

Clothes fell away, and we moved together, a mix of passion and heartbreak, every touch a promise and an apology. His hands were warm, his mouth trailing fire over my skin, scattering books on the floor, pushing deeper into me. His hands were on my neck, choking me, his passion consuming. My fingers dug into his neck as I screamed with passion and climax as we both came together; a loud deafening in my ears.

“You come when the passage ends. Not before.” He continued reading, voice growing rougher as his own control frayed. The denial was torture. My pussy clenched desperately around him, trying to pull him deeper. When he finally reached a particularly filthy paragraph describing raw, animalistic fucking, he dropped the book, gripped both my hips, and gave me exactly what the words promised, hard, fast, relentless strokes that had the ladder rattling dangerously. “Come now,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while the classics watch.”

Reading about a cock thrusting hard into a cunt had me squirming in my seat, and I longed for a real cock to be repeatedly thrusting into me. I longed to feel the heat spread across my body as I approached my climax. Stretching my bare legs across his, I felt the warmth from his skin seep into mine. His hairy legs were a reminder to me of his masculinity and the familiar tickle on my legs. I tried to read the book but lost my concentration several times and had to re-read the same paragraph which was particularly hot and was not aiding my focus.

I read, voice shaking. “Indeed you are,” he said, sliding two long fingers through my slick folds. I was embarrassingly soaked. He circled my clit slowly, then pushed one finger inside me, curling it against that sensitive spot while his thumb continued teasing my swollen nub. I cried out, the book trembling in my bound hands, but I kept reading. “‘He stroked her until she begged, her body surrendering completely…’” Elias added a second finger, pumping them deep and steady while his mouth found my neck, sucking a mark just below my ear. Pleasure coiled tight and fast in my belly. The floating orbs brightened as the book’s magic responded to our actions.

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

Few seconds passed, and then, the first stroke landed, making her push up her but off the bed as she scream In pleasure and pain. As Sebastian lightly hit her p*ssy with his belt, the more it turned red. It dripped with her essence as she continued to moan crazily. Sebastian felt the tent in his pants and before the lady could comprehend what was going on, Sebastian had slammed himself deep inside her making her scream loudly as her body convulsed.

Slowly, I rise, feeling my legs fragile, I stand up and then lift my gaze to lock eyes with that handsome man who looks at me with desire and anticipation. Slowly, my gaze scans down and stops when I see how his hands massage that... Enormous... Ufff... I feel my body start to burn, slowly consuming me. I lick my lips and my eyes darken with desire. He smiles at my reaction. Unable to move, I indulge in watching his hand masturbate his huge penis. Mmm... I wonder what that succulent hammer tastes like? I'm on fire, my body starts to heat up, my breathing becomes heavy, and my heart races.

I paced my room until midnight, then sat on the edge of my bed, torn between shame and desire. And then I heard it the creak of footsteps in the hall. My heart stuttered. The door opened slowly. And there he was. He didn’t speak. He just closed the door behind him, locking it with a soft click. My breath came in shallow gasps, my hands trembling in my lap. He moved closer, each step measured, his eyes never leaving mine. When he stopped in front of me, the silence was unbearable. And then he reached out, his hand sliding over my breast, cheek, down to my neck, thumb pressing lightly against my pulse.

I set the glass down hard. Something was wrong. But by then it was too late. A strange heat started to spread swiftly through my body via my blood vessels. The warmth climbed down from my chest and deep down into my gut. My pulse increased. "Well, well." I glanced to the side and saw that it was the eerie stranger from before. His smirk was too wide. “You look tense,” he murmured as he began to brush himself against me. A hot flash hit me when I tried to move. "Stay still," he leaned in close to whisper as one of his hands slid onto my thigh.