Steamy Romantic Stories Short Novels & Stories

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.” My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit. Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes. “Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.” A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

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He was savoring her, taking his time, letting the warm water and the night air heighten every sensation. Emma moaned softly, her head falling back as she met his rhythm. She rolled her hips in time with his, grinding down on his cock while the water splashed gently around her waist. Marcus leaned down and kissed her, deep and slow, his tongue sliding sensually against hers. The kiss matched the steady grinding of his cock, making everything feel connected and intimate. Emma kissed him back hungrily, her hands sliding over his broad shoulders and into his wet hair.

Emma’s face burned, her nails digging into the desk edge as her body convulsed. “I’m…I’m going to cum, Mr. Carter!” “That’s it” he snarled bouncing her harder, his cock slamming deep inside. “Do it cúm on your boss’s cóck. Show me how bad you want this job” Her body snapped, pleasure ripping through her in violent waves. Emma screamed, her pússy gushing around him, soaking his cóck and dripping down her thighs. Her whole body shook, tits bouncing in his grip, ass stinging red from his handprints.

“This is crazy. But… yeah. I want it.” Damien grinned that wicked dominant smile I knew so well. “Good girl. On your knees.” I slid off the bed, kneeling between them. They both freed their cocks—Damien’s familiar, thick and veined; Cas’s longer, with a slight upward curve that made my mouth water. “Look at her,” Damien said, stroking himself. “Our greedy little slut.” I took Damien into my mouth first, sucking deep like I’d done so many times. He groaned, hand in my hair.

“Her body wants this. Wants all of us.” Damien pressed two thick fingers into me without warning, his growl vibrating through the air when I cried out. “So fucking wet. Just from us looking at you.” He pumped them deep, curling them cruelly against that sweet spot on the roof of my cunt until my hips bucked helplessly on the desk. Lucien bit my nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue. “Are you gonna cum for us, Stella? Show him,” he whispered, jerking his chin toward Cole. “Show him you’re ours too.”

I’ve read a lot of things in my ten years of teaching. Late-night essays, drunken rants passed off as “creative expression,” confessions disguised as poetry. But none of them ever made my cock hard. Until hers. Until Mira Callahan handed in her extra credit assignment. It was a short story, printed neatly in 12-point Times New Roman, double-spaced like I asked. But the first sentence hit like a punch to the gut: “He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but he wanted to. And when she leaned back on his desk and spread her legs, he forgot what ‘supposed to’ meant.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

Chapter 5: You Are Mine There is no need to talk. There were no words needed. Each kiss they shared, each touch felt, are far more powerful than any explanation. Ana's body is now exposed to Dominic's heated gaze, his eyes exploring every part of her. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed, filled with excitement. Dominic's lips kissed down her body from her neck, down to her C-cup breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. His touch was gentle yet rough at the same time.

Story 1: Forbidden Romance With Hot Sister-In-Law 1 BRYAN Looking at me with those beautiful and gentle eyes of hers made my heart tremble, and the movement of her mouth asking me what I wished to eat filled me with forbidden thoughts. Just how would it feel kissing her little mouth deeply? Just imagining my mouth on hers, stealing her breath away, tangling my tongue with hers, stroking every corner of her mouth with my tongue, making her moan in excitement with parted lips?