Steamy Book Scenes Novels & Stories

(Steamy scenes) His fingers traced a burning path up the inside of her thigh, a slow, deliberate promise. The blanket had slipped away, and the cool air of the study was a sharp contrast to the heat of their tangled bodies. Her skin was still sensitized, every nerve ending singing from their previous joining, and his lightest touch felt like a brand.

And the moans. Quickly, I snapped my eyes back to the fire. Yit the damage had already been done. All I could see was the image of Lord Bryce strokin his cock with his hand. Even when I closed my eyes. And somethin inside me stirred just like it had when I'd first washed his cock. The heat from the fire was no longer the only thing that warmed my body.

As I take my erect rod in my hands, I close my eyes and start fantasizing about her. If I could replay that scene again. I would have replied, “Yes you can reward me in more ways than one but first let me take care of those big beautiful breasts asking for my attention. As I shag my cock, I imagine kneading both her boobs with my bare hands playing with them, my fingers pulling the turgid peaks before I swoop my mouth, suckling them gently at first and ravishing them later. Arghhh I was on the verge of spilling my cum already with excitement. Gradually she kneels in front of me suggesting she wanted to return the favour. She unzips my pants, her nimble fingers pulling my tool out. My jizz sp

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.

When I got home and I ran a hot tub of water; my legs and arms burned and throbbed from the unaccustomed exercise. I poured half of a bottle of lilac scented bath oil into the steaming water and sank into it gratefully, closing my eyes. I wonder how Gracie would look naked? My eyes jerked back open but the image persisted. My hand moved to my pussy, rubbing at the swollen bud of my clit, until I couldn’t bear it anymore. I came almost immediately. Afterwards, I lay in the water torn between being embarrassed at my improper fantasy and excited about the next time I’d see Gracieagain.

Disclaimer!!! This writer sucks at writing sex scenes, I am sorry, I can't do better than this, I promise I will work harder to improve, thank you for reading my book. Please don't hesitate to scold me by dropping reviews as those will help me improve in the areas I am lacking. Thanks. He kissed her with soul-shattering intensity, his lips hungrily demanding entrance to her mouth, his tongue tangling erotically with hers and stabbing deep enough to send steams of liquid fire through her trembling body, she held onto him for dear life as her whole body shook with needs.

"Take all of my heavy weight! Let it make you forget everything else!" "Yes, Alpha!" I sobbed blindly. I could not think about the bad men. I could not think about the stolen book. The heavy friction completely erased my mind. There was only the big bed, the hot room, and the totally overwhelming power of my Alpha taking what was his. He reached one huge hand down. He rubbed his thick thumb over my most sensitive spot while he kept pushing deep inside me. The double feeling was pure torture and pure heaven. My whole body went completely stiff. I tossed my head back, exposing my neck to the ceiling.

We were about to go off-script. I had carefully 'blocked out the script' for the best action for me and my partner, in this case my supersexy mom. The next scene was nuclear hot. I was on my back, with my body on a slight incline. With me lifted by pillows, my powerful 10 inch cock was pointed at a 45 degree angle, perfect for a woman to drag herself up and do the old tug of war. Mom was positioned on all fours, looking away from me. She had to crawl on all fours, backing up, until her tight, warm, welcoming pussy caught my fatheaded cock. As she bottomed out on it, the lips at the entrance to that wondrous place were pushed in, holding tightly around my huge cock. As she moved away from me,

Leather ropes were tied around her body, her breasts adorned with nipple camps. A man stood between her legs, his muscular frame glistening with sweat, his thrusts deep and relentless. My breath caught in my throat as I watched, my pussy throbbing in response to the raw, primal scene before me. Zayn’s warm breath tickled my ear as he leaned in, his voice a low whisper. “The night’s just getting started, baby,” he murmured, his words a promise of darker, more intense pleasures. Before I could respond, he vanished into the shadows, leaving me alone in the dimly lit room, my senses overwhelmed.