Steamy Romance Fantasy Books の小説・ストーリー

He did, sliding into his stepmother from behind as she leaned forward. Positions shifted fluidly around the hearth. I pulled out of Bella and moved to Dana in the hot tub, steam rising around us as I fucked her in the bubbling water. The warm jets added sensation while Bella rode Chris on the rug nearby, her small body bouncing, moans mixing with the crackle of the fire. Sweat-slicked skin reflected the flames, every curve, every drop of perspiration glowing. “Confess it,” I growled to the group between thrusts. “How long?”

She tried to fight them off. She tried to tell herself it was wrong. She tried to distract herself with thoughts of Roger or other men, but that wasn’t what her body wanted. It wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted Dante. This was her fantasy, and she was going to have what she wanted. "Fuck... oh yesssss...oh god" she moaned. She began to buck and writhe in the now-cool water as she massaged her breasts, imagining Dante kissing them, licking them, sucking on them.

He sent her the mail, and barely two minutes later, she replied with all the excited emojis in the world. Ted chuckled, turned off his computer to get ready for the night. The reason why most girls wanted to hook up with the predator so bad aside from the fact that he had a huge dick, was that he made the dirtiest of their fantasies come true. For Sue Mary Kay, her dirtiest fantasy was getting fucked by an unknown stranger. The girl had been obsessed with stalker romance books growing up and wanted one so bad, the only thing that could get her to cum was getting fucked in the dark by a man she did not know who treated her like a whore.

EMMA My body felt boneless, utterly spent, yet glowing with a deep, satisfied warmth I had never experienced before. I lay sandwiched between Sarah and Jake in the middle of the huge bed, our skin slick with sweat, cum, and pussy juices. My head rested on Sarah’s soft, heaving breasts while Jake spooned me from behind, his softening cock nestled against my ass and one strong arm draped possessively over my waist. The room smelled like sex—musky, sweet, and filthy. The only sounds were our slowing breaths and the occasional soft kiss pressed to bare skin.

~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.

He always hoped that. She didn’t understand why though. They had established long ago that they didn’t share the same sexual tastes. George was a sadist… his fantasies involved pain, dominance, and extremes she had no interest in… she told him that. Charlotte didn't mind pain in the sense that she liked rough and dirty sex. She liked intensity, passion, and fire. And yes, she had forbidden fantasies tucked away in her mind… things that could be done to her… But she didn’t want them with George.

"Is this what you've been doing in the bathroom? Touching your clit, thinking about my cock?" "Yes," I gasped. "What else do you think about?" "About you bending me over one of these tables. About you fucking me in the stacks. About you making me be quiet while people walk by." His hand moved to his lap and I saw him adjust himself, saw the bulge straining against his jeans. "You're so fucking hot right now," he said. "Sitting here in the library, fingering yourself, telling me your dirty fantasies." "I have more," I breathed, my fingers moving faster.

His hand rested on my thigh, possessive but gentle. “Drink,” he said, pressing the glass to my lips. I sipped. He took a sip too, then set it aside. “Tell me something, Lily.” “What?” I asked, voice trembling. “What’s your deepest fantasy?” His fingers traced my collarbone. “No lies.” I froze, heat creeping up my neck. “I—I don’t know.” “You do.” His voice hardened. “Say it.” “I…” I bit my lip. “I’ve always wanted to be… taken. Completely. No control.”