Sylvia Day Erotic Books Novels & Stories

The chapel reeked of sex and brimstone, the air thick and humid like a fever dream. Selene Ravencrest was still on her back in the center of the glowing pentagram, chest heaving wildly, her perky breasts glistening with sweat and stray drops of glowing violet precum. Her tiny black lace panties were completely ruined, shoved aside to expose her swollen, puffy pussy lips that continued to twitch and leak from the powerful orgasm Lilithara had already forced from her. The stone floor beneath her was slick with the first messy rivers of her girl-cum, the crimson salt lines now dark and wet.

Soft tongue on my clit, hard suction on my tits, and Damon’s dark eyes watching every second. “You look so fucking good like this,” Damon said roughly. “Legs spread wide for strangers. Such a good little yacht slut.” His dirty words pushed me closer. I hated how right he was. I barely knew these people yet here I was letting them use my body like it belonged to them. When Sienna pushed two fingers inside me and curled them against that spot I cried out even louder. “Right there! Please don’t stop…” Cole chuckled around my nipple. “Listen to her beg already. We are barely getting started.”

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

"But I like it." I stepped back and I leaned arching my spine and pushing my breasts out, knowing he had a perfect view of my cleavage. "I'm not teasing, Damien," I said, my voice steady and sure. "I want you. I want you to see me, to touch me, to take me right here on this desk." "I'm your sister's husband" he tried to reason but I pulled him closer and made my breast bounced again. His eyes roamed over my body, "Your lips," he said, his voice a growl. "That red lipstick... it's driving me crazy."

“My filthy toy, your nipples beg for me, not Sophie’s pathetic lies.” He stepped back, pulled her diary from his bag, and his smile turned wicked. “Read your last entry,” he said. He handed her the small notebook. “Rub your pussy while you do.” Eva’s fingers shook as she opened the diary and found her words about their lecture hall sex. “He should fucked me until I loose my memory,” she read. Her voice wobbled, and her fingers slipped between her thighs, brushed her clit, already slick from their sex. “Mmm,” she moaned. Her pussy pulsed, and her eyes stayed on Hayes.

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.

His dick, already hard again, nudged against her entrance. "This is where you sign for rare books," he said, lining himself up. "Now you'll sign for this." He thrust back into her soaked channel, seating himself fully with one smooth motion. The position was deep, invasive. From here, he could see the entire library spread out before them, the rows of tables, the silent aisles. He fucked her slowly this time, with long, claiming strokes that filled her utterly. Each movement pushed her body forward on the desk, her palms slipping on the polished surface.

"You can... talk to her... tell her she tastes good, that you love it... mash your tongue onto her clit... pulse it in time with your fingers... keep doing that... just like that... yes..." My finger plunged into her, sinking into her incredible, velvet heat. She was so tight, so wet. A second finger joined the first. I started a rhythm, fucking her with my hand right there in the silent library aisle, my palm pressing against her swollen clit with every thrust. "Anna," I growled against her lips. "I'm going to fuck my stepsister first. I'm going to make her scream." I kissed her, deep and hungry, my tongue mimicking the motion of my fingers inside her. She kissed me back with a desperate pa

I could feel every inch of him go in and out in seconds, he was so full inside me, I couldn’t breathe. And not because he was choking me, but because the sensation around was killing me. He drove in deeper and faster and I screamed out in pleasure and closed my eyes. “Look at me”, he demanded. “Look at me as I ruin you”, he said again. Then he smacked my ass hard making me start begging. I don’t even know what I was begging for but the feeling around was too good i just had to start begging. “Fuck Youre so sweet Ava, damn Youre so fight”

She slowly got up with trembling legs as I had stopped when she was just a few seconds away from having an orgasm. “Sit down” I said to Vivian and she quickly got on my lap. Her white shirt was already off and her big fair boobs and her hardened pink nipples were exposed. These two beautiful mountains have filled my imaginations and dreams for the past few months. I slowly buried my head in the valley between the two mountains and ran my tongue along it. “Ahhhmmm” she moaned as I pinched one of her nipples while my face was still buried in between her boobs. “Eat her pussy” I commanded Camila and she quickly got in between her legs and buried her mouth in her wet pussy.