Steamy Fantasy Books Novels & Stories

****** Sam's stepfather shares her body with his friends. This story features reluctance and non-consent as well as sex between a stepfather and his daughter. It is rough and hard and deeply unrealistic. This is fiction and only fiction, every fictional character is over eighteen and it should be read as fantasy, entirely unrelated to anything remotely acceptable in the real world. Nothing about this is okay, but it is hot to read fictional characters experiencing it. Enjoy. ******

Heat presses into me like a living thing, his low groan vibrating through my bones. I grip his hair, hips arching toward him, and my back lifts off the bed as waves of pleasure race through me, helpless to the way he devours me like he’s starving and I’m the only thing on the menu. “Tastes even better than I imagined,” he mutters against me, voice slick with sin. “You still want that fantasy, Hayley? You still want the boy you used to dream about to wreck you?” “Yes,” I pant, fingers tightening in his hair. “God, yes.”

I felt my pussy contract at his words, grasping at something that wasn’t there yet I desperately craved. “Just focus on the stars, baby.” he licked up and down my neck while his fingers finally parted my folds, finding my clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves until I shook. I stared up at the ceiling as shooting stars and comets zipped by. I felt myself getting close, as if I could join those heavenly bodies up in the sky.

Tasting your skin makes me moist and aroused Licking me with the warmth of your tongue makes my body quiver. Having you moan as you eat me sets my passions free. Longing to have your penis deep within me. Feeling the stretching as you plunge deeper and deeper. Warming when you throb inside of me as you come. Filling me with the essence of your body makes me have a part of you. Telling me I fulfill you and satisfy your dreams. Fantasizing you’re with me as my hand touches between my thighs. Knowing we’ll be together again so I can feel your love.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

Alex’s cum was still leaking slowly from Lila’s well-fucked pussy onto the soft cushion beneath them. The air was peaceful, the distant sound of waves mixing with their slowing breaths. Lila lifted her head, looking at her husband with shy but excited eyes. Her cheeks were still flushed from her last orgasm. “I can’t stop thinking about it,” she whispered, her voice husky. “The other fantasy I told you about… two guys. You and another man. Both of you inside me at the same time. I want to feel completely full. Stretched. Used. Owned.”

“All of it.” Heat flooded my cheeks as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall. My panties slid down next, damp with proof of how badly I wanted this. Damon was on me in a second, pulling me against his chest, his mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue slid deep, greedy, tasting me like he owned me. His hand squeezed my ass, fingers sliding between my thighs, groaning when he felt how soaked I was. “She’s dripping,” he muttered against my lips. Sterling moved behind me, his presence like a shadow. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me, his voice low in my ear. “On the desk.”

Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.

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.