Novel & Cerita Steamy Romance Novels

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

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.

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?”

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 6 The rest of the day passed in a haze of stolen touches and heated glances. After the emotional intensity in the shower, Dean and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We fucked again on the couch, slow and deep while some forgotten movie played in the background. Then once more in the laundry room when I went to throw our cum-stained sheets in the washer. Each time he filled me, whispering filthy praises and soft reassurances that made my heart ache just as much as my body throbbed.

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.

I climbed the stairs on trembling legs, each step sending fresh waves of searing need crashing through my body. The heat clawed at my insides like a living thing, demanding to be sated. My skin burned, slick coating my thighs with every movement, and my core throbbed painfully empty. Lorenzo’s bedroom door was ajar at the end of the hall. I pushed it open, the heavy alpha scent inside—woodsmoke, cedar, and undeniable power—hitting me like a drug. It only made the ache worse.

The more I think about it, the more keen my mind is dismantle every possibility to the last bone, which spells no good for me, seeing as the Devil desiring me sexually is one of those possibilities. Yeah I need to stop thinking about it. Calling Jun helped, but with her opinion on the matter to consider, the shield of my denial has been penetrated. Groaning in annoyance at my incapability to dissolve these taunting thoughts from my mind, I rolled off my bed and roughly yanked the covers aside. In moments like this, salvation has a name; Seduction Of Sin. With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamie

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?”

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.”