Steamy Romance Books For Young Adults Novels & Stories

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

Liam’s mouth found my nipple as he sucked softly, his tongue flicking the sensitive peak. “You taste so good, Kara,” he mumbled, his hands sliding down to tug my shorts off, leaving me fully bare. “Open for me.” I obeyed, spreading my thighs as his fingers brushed my entrance, already wet. “Oh fuck, Liam,” I gasped, my hips twitching. “Touch me there.” Adam moved behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass through his shredded pants. “You’re so hot like this, Kara,” he growled, biting my. “Bend over for me, let me feel you.”

~YVONNE~ Steven’s lips curled into a slow smirk, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl.” I wrapped my hand around his softening cock, lifting it to my lips for a slow, teasing kiss. “I’m your naughty girl,” I whispered, keeping my eyes locked on Steven’s. “Yes, you are,” Steven growled, his cock twitching as a fresh bead of precum gathered at the tip. He tightened his grip on my neck, making me gasp, and crushed his mouth to mine, tasting himself on my tongue.

She had imagined this moment countless times, rehearsed conversations and scenarios in her head, letting them bloom like the roses he cared for so tenderly. Imaginations where those strong, capable hands weren’t planting petunias, but were mapping the territory of her body, where that quiet voice wasn’t offering gardening tips, but was whispering filthy, desperate things in her ear as he moved over her, in her, fucking her senseless until the world dissolved into a scream. It was a primal, raw hunger, and Steven Hayes was the only feast that would satisfy it. The boys her age, with their loud voices and clumsy hands, were plastic toys. He was carved in oak and tempered steel.

I gasp, but my hips rock against his hand anyway. “We have time for this,” he insists, spinning me around to face him. He pins my wrists above my head against the cool tile with one hand, dropping to his knees in the steam. He took one long, filthy lick up my clit, and my knees buckle. “Kai….ahh!” “Quiet,” he murmurs against me, his tongue spearing inside, hot and insistent. “Come fast for me, baby. Let it out quick, then we go downstairs and pretend to be the perfect little step-siblings when they get home. Can you do that? Be good and come on my tongue?”

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

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.

Ida gasped into the kiss as Anton's rough palms settled on her hips, and her thumbs traced the waistband of her underwear. “Pretty,” Lydia breathed from across the table. The silk robe had fallen open completely, her breasts bared, and her hand sliding between her thighs. “Julius, look at what you brought us.” Julius rounded the table. His hands found Ida's face, tilting her away from Amelie's mouth, and he kissed her, his tongue tasting of wine and something darker. “You're so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “I've wanted this. Wanted them to have you.”