Steamy Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

I disengage my fingers and lower my mouth to her steamy opening, hungrily drinking her delicious cream. "You never disappoint." She breathes, her chest heaving as she gasps for air. I take a few last licks and then wipe my face against the bedspread before licking and kissing my way up her body. I nuzzle my cheek against her velvety bush and then lick from her naval to the crevice between her large tits. As I suck on her hard, thick nipples, I feel the wet heat of her pussy juice oozing against my stomach. She wraps her legs around me, as I gently rock my stomach muscles against her splayed open pussy lips.

A slow, wicked smile spread across his face, and he claimed my lips again, his hand moving beneath my skirt. His fingers hooked around the edge of my lace panties, pulling them aside, and he slipped inside me. His touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins, and I gasped, my head falling back, exposing my neck. He took the invitation, his lips trailing down my throat, his teeth nipping at my collarbone. I was a mess of sensations, my body on fire, my mind a blur of lust and need. His fingers moved inside me, slow and deliberate, and I moaned, my hips pressing against his hand, desperate for more.

I suck in a sharp breath as he rolls my hardened nipples between his fingers, grinding myself harder against him needing more friction between us while he lets his hands roam over every curve. I feel like I’m loosing my mind, making out in a car with a man I just met “Don’t think, just feel Hadley.” He says as he kisses me on my neck, sucking on the skin, and I do just that, feel all the wicked pleasure that he’s giving me with his hands and lips, pressing myself closer to him till I feel my bra get unhooked then I start thinking.

The school was boring anyway. Even now, I was currently staring at one of those books, an ancient werewolf romance novel, while she was reading a much hotter and more recent one; Inferno, Yeah it went along with the title and all. According to her, she wanted to spice things up with Charles and didn't mind recreating some of the scenes from the book, the girl was such a dirty-minded one, and she didn't mind sharing all those gruesome details with me.

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.

They succumbed to the fire between them, losing themselves in the fog of desire. Julian lowered her onto the bed, his lips trailing from hers down to her neck. His kisses were relentless, leaving a burning trail of want in their wake. A loud moan escaped her lips when he found that sensitive spot just below her ear; his tongue teased it, igniting a fresh wave of pleasure that rolled through her.

With one hand on her breast and the other guiding himself, he pressed into her—slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her sleeping body seemed to instinctively tighten around him, a slow, deep stretch that resonated through her core. She gasped—the sound sharp and raw, her eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned as he pushed deeper. The heat enveloped him, a liquid fire that gripped him tight. Every inch deeper was a slow burn, an exquisite friction that made him groan. He bent to kiss her, tongue slipping between her parted lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted like something pure and untouched, like sun-warmed honey. She tasted like som

“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.”

He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop out until his hand slowed and his breathing hitched into these shaky, uneven exhales. He didn’t give me time to think. His other hand fisted in my hair again, firm but not mean, tilting my head back so I had to look up at him. “Open,” he said, voice low and wrecked, eyes dark and locked on mine. I opened my mouth without arguing, lips parted, tongue flat, still tasting him on every breath. He brought the glass right to my lips, tilting it slow at first so I could feel the warmth of the mixture sliding over my tongue sweet milk, salty cum, all of it blended together in this filthy, warm rush.

Her pussy clenched on nothing, leaking more wetness down her thighs. Professor Kane pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. He stroked himself fast, aiming at her open lips. “I’m close.” Sara kept her mouth open and tongue out, looking up at him. A few more strokes and he came with a deep groan. Thick ropes of cum landed on her tongue and across her lips. Some dripped down to her chin. The taste was bitter and salty, but she swallowed what landed in her mouth, then licked her lips clean.