Steamy Romance Novels 2020 Novels & Stories

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…”

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KNOXX FELT a pang of disappointment creeping up his system at the scent of Autumn's hair. It was not the scent that he expected. Her hair smells like watermelon and jasmine combined. Although it's relaxing and he likes the scent of it, he's disappointed to know that she’s not the woman who ran away from him three years ago. He thought it was Autumn already, but she just didn’t want to tell him.

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She had never craved for a man's cock as much as she craved his at that moment and she had no idea why. Perhaps it was his dangerous calmness, or how he reaked of sin. Or maybe it was because he was the hottest man she had ever set her eyes on. Whatever it was, she wanted it. She wanted that darkness to be wrapped around her like a blanket. Thinking about him all night gave her goosebumps. She remained wet until morning. She had no other choice but to pull out her rose toy. Cummig for the third time that day seemed to do the trick, and she ended up sleeping like a baby early the next morning.

I whisper and with the smile of a predator, Kandy dives down to capture my lips in a steamy kiss. The first step to the sinful heaven we are going to tonight…

Story Title (1): Owned by the Devil Chapter 1: You're Not Keeping It I was bent over the bathtub, gripping the edge, my legs spread wide as Damian took me hard from behind. His thick length drove into me again and again, each thrust was so powerful I couldn't help but cry out, moaning and gasping from deep inside me. The bathroom was cold and spotless, but we were a mess... sticky, flushed, and dripping with sweat. We were burning up.

So while he stands behind me watching me, which both intimidates and excites me, I take each book out, one by one, pulling them from the bookcase, some wonderful editions of Jane Austen, Dickens, Ovid, Homer, Kundera and then 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' and, finally, Lolita. As I put Lolita on the top pile, I let out a sigh. I feel Paul slowly approach from behind me.

Little sparks of energy shot through my limbs and I wondered if I could make myself cum again if I kept it up like this. The hot steam from the boiling pot rose to caress my eyelashes, while the smell from my own steaming pot wafted up across my nose. I had to stop, my god! I backed away from my static grinding partner and fished the ripe pasta from the water, placing their hot rubbery bodies into a colander in the sink. The delicious smell of the Italian staple was making my mouth water, and I dripped some extra virgin across the crowded bowl, infusing them with a slick slippery bath of green oil. Even my dinner was turning me on.

Both women were completely naked. The heat wrapped around them like a lover’s embrace as they sat on the upper bench, steam rising in lazy curls from the heated stones below. Isabelle leaned back against the warm wood, her full breasts rising with each slow breath. Sophia sat beside her, one leg casually draped over the other, her body glistening with a light sheen of sweat. “You look like you belong here,” Sophia said softly, her voice low and warm. “Like the heat was made for you.” Isabelle turned her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “And you look like trouble.”