Steamy Christmas Romance Novels Novels & Stories

His chest seemed to glisten with a light sheen of sweat as he pumped into his hand. “Rene, I’m so close.” After a minute, he grunted as cum shot onto his stomach and chest in thick streams. I wanted to lick it off, slurping and savoring the taste. I wondered how Remy would feel inside my pussy. In my mouth. In my ass. “Next time, I’m coming in that pretty mouth of yours,” he said, as if he’d read my mind. He reached for a toilet paper on his desk and gently wiped his chest and abdomen.

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

Tristan says from beneath me and like a beast has been unleashed,Grey fucks me and fucks me till my whole body starts to shake violently. I’ve never squirted in my life but I’m doing it now shamelessly and blissfully and I’m doing it all over the Christmas tree by the chair. Lord have mercy, right now even Santa would not dare to be angry at me and if he chooses to, then I don’t mind having my name in the naughty list. “You dirty little slut” Grey says in his deep voice “Trying to get us in trouble with Santa and baby Jesus? I shake my head and push down on Tristan again and this time the two men take me again until I’m cuming hard for the third? Fourth?, fifth? Shit I’ve lost count of how m

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

“Right here on the rug. Santa wants to unwrap his present properly.” I sank down onto the plush fur, the heat from the dying fire licking across my skin. He knelt between my thighs, his eyes hidden behind the hood of his coat, raking over every inch of me like he was memorizing. “Look at this body,” he murmured, almost reverent. “Tits flushed and marked, nipples hard as fucking diamonds, pussy swollen and dripping with two loads already.” “This is prettiest Christmas gift I’ve ever seen.” He leaned down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss on the top of my breasts, then dragged his tongue in a slow, wet line down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my clit.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

Her voice sounded irritated, and rage was setting in. "Oh no, dear, I'm lost; please elaborate," I scoffed, obviously surprised by her stupid idea of helping me get back my sexual stimulation. "Remember your therapist said if you try something out of the ordinary, you can be lucky, baby girl. No man wants to be with a lady who can't be sexually aroused." I rolled my eyes. "And you think this stupid, steamy Christmas vacation will help me? Look, baby girl, Jasper and I have tried everything for the last two years to get me sexually excited, even drugs. C'mon, name it; nothing worked!" She sighed, abruptly standing up from the couch; she bore her eyes down at me. "Why are you like this?" she s

"Asher..." He groaned, hands moving higher, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. "That's it. Just like that. You're so fucking sexy, Isla. I've wanted this since I first saw you with the new hair." He pulled me back into his lap anyway, hands sliding down onto my thighs. I felt the heat pool between my legs as his fingers brushed my bare skin near my clit. "Fuck, you feel good," he murmured while moving his hands straight to my core. I jolted, my toes curling. This was a sin. A delicious sin I shouldn't crave.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.