Steamy Romance Book Novels & Stories

My body yearned to take it inside me again, almost pulling me off the couch in a frontal assault of my Step-Father, but I managed to restrain myself, instead distracting myself with concentrating on Brady’s hands, which had not stopped tracing their patterns on my inner thighs and between my legs. Steve came over to the couch and sat just above me before gently lifting me up and shuffling underneath so my head was resting in his lap. From my close up perspective his cock towered above me and I was suddenly unaware of Brady’s hands again. I turned towards him and raised my head towards the tip of his cock, keeping my eyes locked on his, staring at him as I slid his hard dick over my soft lips

he whispered, his voice a seductive blend of authority and lust. I bit my lips. "I don't throw around suggestions lightly, Daddy." . As the water cascaded over us, the room filled with the heady scent of steam and desire. Dax's fingers traced patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. The sensation sent delicious shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but arch into his touch. We kissed, our breaths mingling with the rhythmic noise of the shower. Lost in the dance of passion, I moaned wantonly, my hands exploring his inked body as his hands moved with purpose, exploring every curve and slit, making me all wet.

Their lips met, slow at first, and testing, his mouth firm and tasting of rain and coffee. But the dam broke quick as she moaned into him, hands fisting his hair, pulling him deeper. Their tongues tangled, wet and urgent, his stubble scraping her skin deliciously. Kai's fingers found the hem of her sweater, yanking it up and over her head. Her bra followed, the black lace hitting the floor, freeing her heavy breasts. They bounced slightly, nipples hard peaks begging for attention. He groaned, low and primal, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, sucking marks into her collarbone. "Fuck, look at you," he praised, voice rough.

His hands roamed your body, mapping every curve, committing every detail to memory. *Suddenly impatient, he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall of the locker room. His lips trailed down the column of your neck, teeth scraping lightly over your pulse point.* "Mine," *he growled against your skin, his hands sliding under your shirt, caressing the smooth expanse of your stomach.* "Say it. Say you're mine." *A gasp escapes your lips as Mr. Dante pins you against the wall, his strong hands exploring your body with bold confidence. Every touch leaves trails of fire in its wake, igniting sensations you've never known before.*

I felt light-headed by the fourth kiss which lingered longer. He picked me up easily dropping me on the oak table, our eyes locked in a lustful dance. His eyes were a radiant blue storm that threatened to rage on for eternity. I wanted to rip his shirt apart just as it happened in porn videos but I tugged it over his head instead. It was more natural that way. His chest had curly hair spread evenly within a tight-muscled belly. My finger rolled waves down his navel. He jerked. Coach Calton's body looked like he had been created to go against the Greek gods themselves. His sexual energy burned my skin making me wince.

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 2 Oh my god… I can’t believe this is really happening. My body is still trembling from the most intense orgasm of my life. Dean’s mouth my stepfather’s mouth just made me come so hard I saw stars. My pussy is still pulsing, dripping wetter than ever, and instead of feeling guilty, all I feel is desperate need for more. I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long, touching myself in secret while imagining his hands, his tongue, his cock… and now he’s here, looking at me like he wants to devour me completely.

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.

Chapter 9 Cassiel kneels between my spread legs, his cold fingers wrapping around my hips to position me just right. I can feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against my untouched entrance, the threat of it making me tremble. But i feel something strange. A strange heat blooms in my chest, spreading through my veins like wildfire. My vision swims, the edges blurring not with tears but with a dizzying rush of pure, terrifying lust. My skin flushes, beads of sweat forming on my brow as my pulse starts roaring in my ears. Every nerve ending comes alive, hypersensitive and screaming for more. The pain from Evren's assault melts away, replaced by an insatiable hunger that makes no sense.

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.

Three years of her life had just been bought off in less than thirty seconds, and her boyfriend hadn't even hesitated to abandon her for a piece of paper. "I told you he didn't deserve you," Roman murmured, his voice a low, dark purr against her neck. He didn't give her time to process the abandonment. The moment Liam left, the atmosphere in the sitting room turned completely steamy and heavy. Roman's hands instantly moved back up her thighs, tearing her underwear to the side with a fierce, impatient rip. He lifted her slightly, adjusting her placement on his lap, and guided his thick, rigid length straight into her slick warmth in one deep, sudden thrust.