Steamy Fake Dating Romance Books 소설 & 이야기

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

" I should be. Three months ago, I would’ve been. But now? Now I know what his hands feel like when they’re really rough. Now I know how Dante’s voice drops, when he’s two seconds from coming inside me. Now I know the exact shape of Alessio’s cock when it’s hard and weeping and pressing against my tongue. So I smile, slow and sweet, and let my fingers trail up his chest, over the ridge of his pectoral, until I feel his heartbeat hammering under my palm. "Terrified," I lie.

“Look at you, princess. Didn’t think you’d actually show up.” I forced a smile, smoothing my black mini dress down my thighs. “Yeah, well. Gotta commit to the act, right?” Rowan was next, tossing a red solo cup to me. “Fake girlfriend duties, huh? Drink up. You look like you need it.” I caught the cup but didn’t drink. My fingers shook too much to even bring it to my lips. Casper just watched from across the room, eyes narrowed like he was studying me for some pop quiz. Emrys offered me a soft nod, his curls bouncing slightly when he turned.

“Oh hey, Danny, I’ve been secretly in love with you for years, and Frank found out because I accidentally gave him my book where I poured out every pathetic hopeless thing I felt about you, and he used it to corner me into fake-dating him while saving me from your girlfriend who literally bullied me, humiliated me, and cut her hand to frame me?” Yeah. I don’t think that explanation was going to go well. I wiped my eyes. “Danny, I’m tired,” I whispered. “I don’t want to do this tonight.” He stared at me for a long moment. Then he stepped closer. Too close. Close enough that I could smell his cologne, the familiar scent that always made my stomach flip. Close enough that the tension between us

“What's going on? Maria? How are you here?” “You're not so sneaky early in the morning, babe. Also, I got the same message, only with a different time on it.” Her hands trailed down Janet's hips. God, this is so wrong, so awkward that she had to catch her literally cheating with her Professor. But a sick side of Janet didn't want her to stop. She wanted more. “Oh, come on, JayJay. When was the last time we had a spark like this in our relationship? Something to keep it burning bright and alive?” She slid her hand down Janet's stomach to her waist and then to her p***y.

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.

Lisa leans down, kisses me deep, and whispers, “That’s for every time you flirted for free beers, bitch.” I lose count somewhere after twenty-seven. Could be thirty. Could be fifty. Time turns into a blur of hands, mouths, cocks, tongues, and the constant drip of cum down my ass crack onto the felt. Somebody feeds me watermelon soaked in vodka just to keep me hydrated. Somebody else braids my hair back so it doesn’t get yanked so much. Small-town love language.

His palm massages her breasts sensually before devouring it in his mouth, teasing her nipples with his mouth and even his teeth. Cordelia squirm below him, her hands buried in his hair as she moans uncontrollably. Feeling fly with her moans energizing him, Alan places soft kisses down her belly, his hands roaming her sides, to the apex of her white thighs. Cordelia arches forward and reaches for his cock, stroking it from the wet tip down to the shaft, up and down till Alan let out a low groan. Every moment of the night is more intoxicating than the one before it as it unfurls in a swirl of passion and want.

It was as if she realized something. "You’re right. Aidan and I had a great time together, and reminiscing about those memories hurt a lot. But in the past eight months, those good memories were just false memories. Aidan pretended that he still loved me even when he got someone new already." Autumn smiled bitterly and turned to him. "I want to drink. Let’s go to the Angel's Club." AUTUMN SAW how Knoxx’s eyes widened. It was only then that she realized what she had just said. That was the bar where they first met and the first time something happened to them!

Liam looked at me then, his eyes going soft, “It’s really well written, Ella. You have a talent.” I felt my cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride, “You know that I’m the one who wrote that?” Liam nodded. I had never expected someone like Liam, an Alpha werewolf, with his tough exterior and she-wolves throwing themselves at him, to appreciate my romance novels. “Thank you. I just…I can’t believe you know that I’m the one writing those novels,” she murmured, still trying to process this information. Liam leaned back again, a playful glint in his eyes. “You know, we could try out some scenes from your book on our next fake date. That might make it a lot more interesting.”