Steamy Romantic Stories Short Novels & Stories

She pinched my hard nipple, rolling it between her fingers, and I arched into her with a whimper. “Fuck, Emma,” she breathed against my lips. “You’re so responsive. So wet already, aren’t you?” I was. My tiny shorts were soaked, the crotch clinging to my shaved, puffy pussy lips. I nodded, kissing her harder, our tongues tangling sloppily. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jake stand up. He shoved his shorts down, and his thick, veiny cock sprang free—long, heavy, the head already glistening with precum. He wrapped his big hand around it and started stroking slowly, watching us with dark, burning eyes.

This short story of how I would eat your pussy. It was written just for you. Read it and enjoy it while stroking your sweet wet pussy. I want you to get wet. I mean really wet reading about me doing this to you baby. I want your body hurting badly, nipples hard and your clit swollen and throbbing before you insert anything into it. You might even want to print it and lay back on your bed and love your body while you read it. It's my special gift to you.

Their lips met in a kiss that started gentle but quickly ignited into something more urgent. Mia pressed herself against him, her hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. Alex's arms encircled her waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, seeking entrance which she eagerly granted. The taste of wine mingled between them as their tongues met, explored, retreated, and advanced. All the tension that had built between their windows now found physical expression.

I felt a rush of liquid heat flood out of me, soaking his cock, dripping down his balls. It felt like a faucet had been turned on inside me, a continuous, uncontrollable stream that made the slide of his dick impossibly wet and loud. I couldn't see it, but I felt the hot, slick mess spreading instantly, coating us both, making the room smell more like sex. Aaron's hips stilled, but his dick throbbed, pulsing against my clenching walls. He collapsed forward, his chest crushing my breasts, his weight pinning me to the mattress.

I scream, not minding if I would draw attention. “Ahhh,” he groans and rams into me. Deeper. Fucking hard! I feel my cunt swell with his seeds, ones I wish would germinate inside of me. Lust in love, I come. Hard. Squirting and moaning like a bitch. New story alert: You’re locked in a room with your father's best friend. A freak, perverted sadist. You crossed the line by inviting your boyfriend over. To punish you, he straps you in a collar and drags you to his dark, kinky room, and teaches you how bad girls are handled.

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."

Steamy water began cascading down over both our body. He then stepped into the tub. I immediately grabbed his head with both of my hands and pulled him into a deep, messy kiss. My tongue invaded his mouth hungrily while my other hand wrapped around his rock hard cock, stroking it firmly before rubbing the fat head up and down my wet dripping slit.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

My cock is moving of its own accord, pumping and churning inside her steamy cavern. Fueled by increasingly intense eruptions, her fiery pussy melts around my cock, engulfing and scorching me, as our bodies undulate together. We never break the kiss, our tongues being a critical part of our libidinous dance. Our passions build higher and higher, reaching a torturous peak, as our sweat-soaked bodies press together, writhing in harmony, until we reach the summit.

He slowly nodded. I started to descend down the stairs to where he was, meeting him halfway. His scent was so amazing, it turned me on. He had never smelt so good to me before. I ran my hands up his chest to his shoulders. One hand rested there while the other went to his hair. I started to run my fingers though it as I looked at him in his deep brown eyes. I bit my lip before he pressed his lips to mine. His hand slowly moved down my sides to my thighs. He gave me a boost, my legs going around his waist, my arms around his neck. He started to walk up the stairs, then to the bedroom. At times, he would squeeze down on my thighs, causing me to moan into his mouth. Once in the room, he laid me