Sylvia Day Erotic Books Novels & Stories

1 RUBY'S POV Soft moans filled the air, the book facedown on the sheets beside me while I pumped my fingers into my aching heat, legs spread on the bed. Fuck. Fuck. My mind replayed the words I had just read from the book and my pussy fluttered around my fingers. I curled my fingers, adding a second one as my thumb pressed down on my clit. I shattered instantly, moans breaking off as my words caught in my throat, sweat dripping down my face as I rode off my orgasm.

Her hips were bucking with the little mobility she had left, pressing her wet hole into the man’s face. She was groaning furiously into the cock in her mouth, rapaciously panting for air whenever she was allowed to breathe. Soon she felt fingers invading her snatch and the man’s tongue slipping upwards. Sarah felt shocks of electricity run through her body, and she began screaming in uncontrolled lust. The cock’s rapid thrusting in and out of her throat made her cries undulate perversely, but Sarah did not care.

The idea of me helping Sarah conceive, of sharing my seed with another woman under my wife's blessing, was a taboo that had turned my blood into liquid fire. Lillian pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, her gaze predatory and hungry. She didn't say a word at first; instead, she slid her hand down the front of my boxers, her fingers curling around the thick length of my cock. I groaned, my hips instinctively arching into her touch. She began to stroke me, a slow, rhythmic glide that made my toes curl.

“Prove it. Fuck my ass. Come inside it.” David stared, his cock aching, throbbing with a need that felt primal. This was madness. He was gay. He liked men. But the sight of her bent over, offering herself like that, the scent of her and his own saliva on her skin… it short-circuited every defense. He moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips, the head of his cock nudging against her slick entrance. “Not there,” she hissed. “Higher. I want it in my ass.”

⚠️ MATURE AUDIENCE ADVISORY This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and themes intended for mature readers only. By proceeding, you acknowledge that you are 18 years of age or older. Reader discretion is strongly advised. *********** Unlock the door to your darkest fantasies and prepare to lose control. Illicit Affair is an erotic journey where the rules don't apply and inhibition is left at the threshold. From stolen glances in crowded rooms to the slow, agonizing burn of secret encounters, these stories are crafted to push every boundary and satisfy your deepest, most primal cravings.

With a rough, impatient tug, he shifted the fabric to the side, exposing my dripping, aching clit to his own throbbing cock. "You feel so fucking wet," he rasped as he rubbed a finger against my slut, his eyes dark with a primal hunger as he began to grind his hips upward, teasing my pussy with his cock. "You’re nothing but a dirty little secretary, aren't you, Sara?" "Mr. Thorne, please," I whimpered, my hands clutching his broad shoulders as the pleasure sent sparks through every fiber of my being. "I'm going to give you exactly what you've been dreaming about while you watched me through that glass," he whispered.

Lira speaks. My eyes flutter between opening and closing as I try to stay conscious. “You’re incredible, baby. So responsive… so fucking delicious.” She slides down my body, kissing every inch—my cum-smeared lips, my throat, sucking marks onto my tits until I’m arching and whimpering. My body tingles, wanting more of her touch. This is unarguably the most alive I’ve been. And for a moment, I am glad that the book I’d found wasn’t some motivational book on how I needed to find my inner voice before I could find my outer one.

When we separated Sylvia asked, "Do you do that often? Eat pussy I mean?" I told her that I did, that Leslie loved it. "So do I sugar, but I just can't seem to find men willing to do it. I may have to find some way to hang on to you for a while." Sylvia led me to the bedroom and we undressed each other. She was just a tad heavy through the hips, but otherwise she was perfect. She seemed to like what she saw and she reached out, took my semi-soft cock and led me over to the bed. It was an active afternoon. We made love three times and between bouts we engaged in sixty-nines. Sylvia was damn near insatiable and I was beginning to wonder if I would be able to leave her place under my own power.

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

“Hmm… I think you need to satisfy your curiosity.” Aria frowned. That didn’t sound like a real solution. “Don’t worry,” Elda leaned in as if she were about to share a secret. “You can do it on your own. I have books,” she said. Aria looked confused. “Books?” “Erotic books.” “What?” Aria’s eyes widened. “They’re written by women and sold secretly to other women. My friends and I got our hands on a few. You need to read them, my lady. You’ll enjoy them.”