Novel & Cerita Steamy Novel Excerpts

My hand went between my thighs, the hotness on the surface of my panties. Justin's face clouded my head the moment I closed my eyes. "Mmm," I muttered, accessing his body from my imagination. How can a man be so sexy? So seductive? So strong. "Urrr…" I moaned when I slid my panties to the side to feel my wetness. "Fuck, Justin, what do you do to me?" I muttered dipping two fingers into my opening. "I love you, Justin" My eyes were closed and it was only him I could see.

WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME! He stared at her for a beat, then scoffed. In a blink of a second, he stood up from the bed, and the sheets fell away. Adelaide's eyes widened. Her gaze dropped before she forced it back up. He was naked. Stark. Lord. She looked away quickly, cursing under her breath as he approached her, her hands fiddling at her sides, she didn't have time to think as in a flash of a second his hand was wrapped around her neck and she was lifted off the ground, her toes barely scrapping the floor.

The air was thick with sweat, oil, and the sharp, forbidden scent of sex. He pulled back finally, his eyes dark, unreadable. “This can’t happen again.” But even as he said it, his hand lingered on my thigh, his thumb stroking circles against my skin, his lips brushing mine in a softer kiss that tasted like surrender. We both knew it wasn’t the last time. I crept back upstairs later, I couldn't feel my legs any more. His cock was so massive, my body sore in places that throbbed deliciously with the memory of him. News flash my little hole wasn't little anymore it felt like it was dug into.

EASTON March 2024—Oakdale City "Don’t look away from me.” A deep grunt left his parted lips as he thrusted his monster cock into my tired hole, fucking me with so much hate. "I want to see the look in your eyes as I take you apart, destroying you from inside out." I licked my lips, and a single tear broke free from my eyes. It felt as if I was going to die as Ilay keep pounding me with so much force, hitting the same spot over and over again.

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.

I fell asleep exhausted, thighs sticky, still whispering Daniel’s name. Days blurred together. Texts turned into voice notes where I moaned for him. Calls became arguments mixed with desperate dirty talk. My body was in constant heat , nipples always sensitive, pussy perpetually wet and aching. I bought more toys. I rode a thick dildo on the couch one afternoon, bouncing on it while watching a video of a man fucking a woman from behind, imagining it was us. My moans filled the apartment as I came, grinding down hard, but again… it wasn’t enough.

Ivan and I then enter our room. As soon as the lights come on he grabs me, kissing me passionately. He kisses me on my soft wet lips, enjoying the taste of my cherry lip-balm. He’s now completely possessed with lust, which takes me back at first. He pushes me further towards the bed and runs his tongue along the arch of my neck and down towards my breasts. With his manly, strong hands—the same hands he uses to save lives every day—he caress every inch of my body. He runs his fingers up and down the length of my back, right down to my ass—squeezing my cheeks with frenzied passion. Like a powerful beast he hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my long silky smooth legs around his torso. He then be

And the moans. Quickly, I snapped my eyes back to the fire. Yit the damage had already been done. All I could see was the image of Lord Bryce strokin his cock with his hand. Even when I closed my eyes. And somethin inside me stirred just like it had when I'd first washed his cock. The heat from the fire was no longer the only thing that warmed my body.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

"He leads her back into the main suite, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the steamy bathroom." Corvina moved toward the bed. Her legs felt like liquid, still trembling from the force of her first orgasm, but a familiar, insistent ache was already beginning to bloom deep within her.