Steamy Lit Con Books 2023 Novels & Stories

They are all so beautiful and yet so divergent, like a cross-section of womanhood and right now, they all desire me. Shelly’s skin is luminescent, almost white with a tiny hint of pink, interrupted by a flurry of friendly freckles on the top of her medium, upright breasts and shoulders. Her perky pink nipples and red bearded mound above her pink vagina excite me. Like Teri, she declines to shave her pubis, which is flame red, like her hair. Teri once again stakes her claim of ownership by stepping into the shower and washing me, especially my expanding erection. Lisa, Shelly and Glory peek around the shower curtain, cracking salacious remarks and reaching in.

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

But my wear suddenly felt too tight across the shoulder, way too warm. My fingers fidgeting, I opened the Rite book. “I exorcise thee, unclean spirit–” She arched, deliberately. The torn dress slid higher, exposing the smooth skin of her stomach, the shadow forming between her thighs revealing no undergarments. Just slick, swollen flesh catching the candle light. She was already wet and dripping, her scent filling the space which hit me. My mouth went dry. “Keep reading,” she purred. “The words make me throb. Makes me want to clench around something thick and holy.”

I pull my cardigan tighter around me, trying not to look like a woman unraveling on her fourth glass of wine. “I don’t write sex, Chloe. I write romance without all the detailed intimacy, I write about repressed trauma, losing a loved one, mystery, horror even not two people who’ve never met each other dirty talking and moan— oh God.” She takes my wine glass and replaces it with her full one. “Exactly. You’ve built an empire off tragedy. I think your readers are ready to read something based on actual pleasure or erotic tension.” “Ew. Who even reads things like that?”

Sarah’s legs were now spread wide open, and she was not physically capable of closing them. Her pussy was lewdly hanging open from her new position, and the man between her legs needed no further invitation. His tongue darted inside her depths, obscenely licking up the mess that was buried inside her cunt. The stimulation was driving her wild, causing her to produce ever greater amounts of cream for her tormentor. Her hips were bucking with the little mobility she had left, pressing her wet hole into the man’s face.

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.

Did the State College library have an erotic lit section? Kim dragged Lexi back through the stacks. The musty smell was almost overpowering. If no one ever went to the fourth floor, how many fewer people ever came up here? If the lascivious redhead wanted to murder her, Lexi was pretty sure they wouldn't find her body for months. "Kim, where are we..."

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

THE END🥳❤️ THE END OF BURNING PASSION 🥳❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting this novel, if you enjoyed this erotic collection then it’s a must to read my second book “SINFUL DESIRES”, it can be found on any book platform and unlike this book, Sinful Desires are short short stories , so just sit back and enjoy a short blissful erotic stories THANK YOU AGAIN❤️!!

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.