Steamy Small Town Romance Books Novels & Stories

a soft laugh left the older woman from her end, followed by information about a new business she had just ventured into with some Italian clients, and she wanted Julian to look into it and invest. He pulled Tessa closer to his body, spreading her legs wider. She shut her eyes, stifling her moans as he thrust in and out of her with very fast, sweet pokes that almost drove her insane. While Bianca talked on, Julian placed his mouth on her breasts, dragging the nipple until they were sore. “And what did you do after that?” He seemed so composed, but Tessa was losing it where she sat receiving his strokes.

(Lila's pov) The steam filled the bathroom thick and heavy as I stepped under the scorching spray. Mom was supposedly out running errands for most of the day, so I allowed myself to relax completely. I lathered my full breasts slowly, pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples while my mind replayed all the filthy things Daddy had done to me. My hand drifted lower between my thighs when the door suddenly opened. Mark stepped inside, already pulling his shirt off over his head, revealing his powerful chest and arms.

A gasp comes out of my mouth. A combination of lust and passion seizes me. That novel is perhaps one of the most exciting things that have ever fallen into my hands. Paul reads quietly, in a passionate way. I find myself back on the street listening to him. His voice has a serious background note, powerful. I'm enjoying it more and more and it makes me want to watch.

She looks so freaking hot and sexy! She bit her lower lip as she stared at him. He could feel her juice around his lips. He inserted a finger into her womanhood and he moaned when he felt how soft and warm her inside was. She closes her eyes and moans again. "Your fingers are so l-long," she said breathlessly. He grinned and moved his finger inside her. The woman's legs were shaking. He put her right leg on his left shoulder and expertly ate her. She moaned sexily, making his mind blow. She's so responsive to his touch and kisses.

Alice tried to say something but her voice caught on a sob of pleasure as his hand came down on her again. “What did you say?” He demanded. “Tell me what you are?” “A bad girl.” She gasped. “A very bad girl.” Jessica almost groaned with disappointment when Mr. Ryan pulled away. But then she licked her lips, her p***y tightened as he began to unbuckle his trousers. In her seat, she was shaking. How long has she dreamed about his c**k? Now she would finally get to see it. It would make her fantasies so much more real.

As I passed by a small bookstore, the title of a book in the window caught my eye. I stepped inside, the cool air a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. The scent of old books and incense wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. The owner, a friendly woman with a knowing smile, asked if I needed help. I pointed to the book in the window. "Ah, the magik calls to you?" she said, her accent thick and comforting. "Come, let me show you where that one is." The book was about the history of the French Quarter, filled with tales of love, loss, and the supernatural.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

We stayed like that, breathing together, the room feeling smaller and warmer. After a minute she turned her face toward me. Her hand came up and brushed some hair off my cheek. The touch was soft and it made my stomach flip in a different way. I tilted my head up and our lips met, gentle at first, just a light press. Then it deepened. Her mouth moved against mine, slow and warm, tongue sliding in just enough to make me forget the yelling for a second. My hands found her shirt and held on while her fingers traced down my side, careful over the bruises, then lower to my hip. Heat built quick between us, her body pressing closer, one leg shifting over mine so she was half on top. I felt her bre