Steamy Romance Stories Novels & Stories

By a stroke of pure luck, Vanessa Summers gets a miracle job as the secretary of CEO billionaire handsome playboy, Orlando Phineas Jr. What started as a fertile working environment soon morphed into a hot passionate atmosphere where anything is allowed; no pants. Vanessa tries to keep it between her legs and Orlando struggles to keep it in his pants but they soon discover they're no match for unadulterated hot sex. ORLANDO PHINEAS JR. Now I'm sure you think you know how this story is going to start. You're probably thinking, "It's a CEO story. It's going to have the same old cliche beginning."

Their kiss was deep and urgent, tongues dancing as the steam enveloped them. Victor's hands explored her, one sliding down to part her thighs, fingers delving into her slick heat. "Always so ready for me," he growled, circling her clit with expert precision. Elena moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, the water sloshing with her movements. He inserted two fingers, then three, fucking her slowly while his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark she'd have to hide from Marcus. "Cum for me, Elena. Let me feel you tighten."

“Damn, your tongue feels so good against my neck, little demon.” I whimpered softly, my hips grinding down in slow, needy circles against his hardness. The friction of his thick cock against my soaked core through our clothes was driving me insane. My panties were soaked, my wetness staining his pants. I reached up and brushed my fingers over one of his small, dark horns, tracing the smooth, warm curve. Brayden shuddered beneath me, a low growl rumbling in his chest that I felt vibrate through my entire body. “So… hot,” I whispered deliriously, grinding harder against his lap. “All of you… I can’t stop touching you. I don’t know what’s happening to me. My body feels like it’s on fire.”

Definitely not trying to seduce just the steam sticking to the mirror, the accidental press of bodies in the tight space, the forbidden pull of best friend's brother coming into my house. His eyes went down to my lips, which were open in a gasp, and then down to the very quick breathing of my chest, the nipples of my breasts through the fabric being stretched. "Lila..." His voice roughened, free hand twitching at his side, fighting the pull. Mine mirrored, rising to his chest to push? Or steady? The touch lingered, feeling his heart thunder under my palm. The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam.

* My mind floods with filthy images of Damien above me in bed, growling low in my ear as he pounds into me, his dick swelling, teeth grazing my neck, claiming me as his Omega while I scream his name and beg for mercy. I’m so turned on I can barely stand. My thighs are slippery. My clit is throbbing. I’m seconds away from excusing myself to the bathroom just so I can rub one out. Mia grins and grabs my arm. “Come on, let’s get you a drink before you melt. You look like you need one.” As she pulls me toward the bar, I feel Damien’s heavy gaze on my body fighting for control. This cruise hasn’t even properly started yet, and I’m already drowning in lust.

Slippery wet fucking pussy. I don’t know what I love more, the sound of a went cunt when you’re ramming into it or just the feeling of being inside. Either way, my Favorite thing to do is fucking. Even better if it’s with a screamer like this one. I smirked at the sight of her messy hair and jiggling tits. “Don’t stop, Callum. Please” Her voice was so low, my ears could barely pick them up.

It was too damn early in the morning for anyone to be that gorgeous and. She stopped her train of thought right there. She'd done some research on the market and found that steamy romance was the in thing these days, so she had sex on the brain. She'd read a few snippets of stories about hot alpha males who were the take charge and forceful type. She hadn't known until now that she was into that. But the fact that she'd kept putting this one's face over everything she read, imagining it was him they were describing, was a recipe for trouble.

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The pain mutated, twisting into something else, a deep, shameful spark of sensation that flared with every brutal impact. Richy’s own cock, trapped between his belly and the cold table, was hard, aching and leaking a steady stream of precum that smeared against the paper. “See?” Dr Stanley grunted, his composure fraying into raw hunger as his thrusts became faster. The wet, slapping sounds of skin on skin, of his body fucking into Richy’s, filled the room. “Your body knows its purpose and it welcomes this.”

I got out of bed and headed downstairs, hoping maybe a warm glass of milk would do it. I tried to be as careful as I could not to wake up Alpha Callum. He was a powerful werewolf with intense powers and powerful muscles. A thought flashed in my mind as I held on to the warm glass of milk. Alpha Callum bending me over the kitchen counter, his hands on my waist as he buried his thick cock inside of me over and over again. His voice deeper and commanding as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. I just know he would be better in bed compared to Adam. He would have a bigger dick too.