Steamy Christian Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Her moist pussy, swollen pussy lips and sexy legs made my penis throb. The stair well is warm and clammy from a steam pipe hissing steam as I approached this goddess. The steam made her smooth skin glisten as beads of sweat cascaded down her skin. Her body jumps as I run my hands up her cafes, my breathe is short as I enjoy the feel of her softness.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

God, is that black hair curling through some of the openings between buttons? My thighs clench together all on their own and I gasp, because I've never felt that tug between my legs before. It's a warm, melting twist that doesn't end, only gets more intense as Cain puffs on a short cigar, releasing a steady stream of smoke toward the ebbing sunset.

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

* His fingers slid inside her, a sudden, deep intrusion that made Rhema’s hips jerk upward. "Oh god, yes... right there," she whimpered. "You're so greedy," he murmured, his thumb finding her clit and applying a rhythmic, punishing pressure. "Do you think about this while you're at dinner with your mother? Do you think about my hands on you while she's talking about her career?" "Yes," Rhema gasped, her voice breaking. "I... I can't stop thinking about it. I want you. I want you right now." Damien didn't waste another second. He ripped his trousers open, the sound of the zipper sharp and urgent. He gripped her hips, pulling her to the very edge of the glass table, and drove into her with a s

The demon's black wings lazily flapped as she whispered corrupting thoughts into Father Augustine's mind. The priest was full of suppressed sin, unlike Damien. She loved it. His thoughts brimmed with the nubile women of his parish. He fantasized about their flesh while listening to their confessions, particularly their sexual ones. He burned to take their bodies and show them true, decadent sin. She was in the Ether, only half-manifested. She had enough corporeal form so his subconscious could hear her words and his body could feel her touch as an excited tingle that kept his dick hard beneath his cassock.

Me: This is wrong. Unknown: Does it feel wrong when I tell you how beautiful you are? How I would kiss every inch of that soft stomach you try to hide? How I would worship between your thighs until you couldn't remember your own name? I lay back on the bed, breathing faster. My free hand moved down my body almost involuntarily, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. I was already soaked. My fingers found my swollen clit and began slow circles as I read his next message. Unknown: That's it. Touch yourself for me, Isabella. Imagine my hands instead of yours. My mouth. My tongue tasting how sweet you are.

Adrian plunged into my pussy with his thick cock while continuing to work his fingers in and out of me, keeping a relentless rhythm that left me trembling. “Ohh… fuck…” My breath hitched as both his cock and fingers moved together, their pace perfectly synchronized. The room echoed with ragged breathing and low groans. I could barely gather my thoughts as sensation overwhelmed every attempt to stay composed. Enzo pushed his cock into my mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on my tongue as I gagged around him, yet he continued thrusting steadily, never giving me the chance to recover. I grabbed Damien’s cock and felt it harden beneath my touch. Wrapping my fingers around him, I stroked slo