Novel & Cerita Thick Futa

When a brutal car crash leaves curvy nurse Lila Monroe fighting for her life, the last person she expects to become her savior is the hospital’s most brilliant — and dangerously handsome — trauma surgeon, Dr. Ethan Black. From the moment Ethan lays eyes on Lila’s full, voluptuous body, he’s obsessed. Her soft caramel skin, heavy breasts, wide hips, and thick thighs awaken something primal in him. Rules be damned. He will protect her. He will claim her. And he will worship every inch of her curves until she finally believes she’s utterly irresistible. But their forbidden passion ignites more than desire. A deadly hit-and-run turns into targeted threats, and someone wants Lila silenced forever. As secrets from Ethan’s powerful family surface, the hunter becomes the hunted. In a world of hospital corruption, jealousy, and dark danger, can Ethan’s intense love and dominant touch save the woman who has completely ruined him for anyone else? A scorching forbidden romance packed with steamy body worship, heart-pounding suspense, and raw passion.

After I closed a million-dollar deal right before Memorial Day weekend, the company followed tradition and handed out employee bonuses. Everyone in my department got thick envelopes stuffed with cash. Yet, all I found was a stack of fake money that looked like it came from a Halloween prank when I opened mine. I went straight to my manager. "Was there a mistake with my bonus?" She sneered and threw a termination notice in my face. "A cheap slut like you thinks you deserve a bonus?" She looked me up and down with open disgust. "Fake money's still money, right? Maybe you can use it where you're headed. Since making money on your back must be exhausting, I figured I'd be generous and give you plenty." Then, she pointed toward the door. "And this came straight from the CEO. Now, get out before you dirty our floors." I stared at the contempt on her face. Then, I laughed at her face. I thought, 'The CEO's decision? Funny. Why did my brother tell me about this?'

After three years of marriage, James Chancer’s high school sweetheart came back to town. The same day, Sarah Sanders found divorce papers on her desk from the man she'd given her heart to for the past three years. Outside the courthouse, James poured his heart out to his first love,"I never even touched her in all these years. It's always been you." That was the final straw for Sarah. Writing off their marriage as a complete waste, she dove back into her career and became more successful than ever. That's when everyone finally realized what James had thrown away - Mrs. Chancer wasn't just a pretty face, but a wealthy powerhouse. A true catch in every sense. Three months later, James called her in the dead of night, his voice thick with regret, "Sarah, I made a huge mistake..." All he heard was her drowsy voice, “Zac, who's calling?" The man beside her ended the call with a smile, pulling her closer for a kiss, "Just another spam call, babe."

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains scenes of psychological manipulation, emotional abuse, explicit content, and morally gray characters. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Not for the faint of heart. 🔞‼️ Cassandra Jenkins was blackmailed into marrying Trovian Blackwood to shield her sister from her father’s brutal brand of control. On the surface, she looks like a pawn. A delicate, obedient bride in a designer cage. But behind her silence is a woman quietly plotting. Trovian, ruthless and ice-blooded, believes Cassandra is her father's latest puppet. He wants vengeance, not vows. Every glance is a power play. Every touch is a calculated punishment. He makes her pay for sins she didn’t commit. But the more he watches her… The more he realizes that she’s hiding fire beneath her bruised loyalty. Their marriage becomes a battlefield of cruel words, broken trust, and tension so thick it borders on violence. Yet somewhere between the hate and the hurt, desire creeps in. Dark. Twisted. Addictive. When enemies from the shadows rise, Cassandra and Trovian must decide— Will they destroy each other? Or become the kind of monsters willing to burn the world down together?

“Ohh fuck…” I hissed as he thrust his thick, vein-covered monster inside my tight hole. My body jolted, arching off the bed between pleasure and pain. “Good girl,” he purred, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Your friend is watching… she’s smiling.” My eyes snapped to the doorway. My best friend stood there, hands folded, her lips curved in approval as she watched me get claimed by her boss’s son. *** Once desire takes over… there’s no turning back. ‘Sinful Cravings’ is a collection that’s filled with irresistible stories which has intense heat, tension, and dangerously addictive encounters. Every page will pull you deeper into a world where temptation lingers, boundaries blur, and passion refuses to be ignored. Warning: This collection contains explicit content, BDSM, taboo themes, and mature situations. The stories are dark… provocative, and they are intended for readers who enjoy forbidden fantasies and boundary-pushing scenarios. If you're looking for something sweet and wholesome… THIS MAY NOT BE FOR YOU! But if you're ready to explore desire without boundaries… then KEEP READING!

In exchange for her friend's life, A ruthless billionaire asked her to play a game. A game that is far more intense than a simple crossword puzzle she solves every Sunday, a game that is more challenging than the contents of a chessboard, a game that is so intimate that she can't help falling in love with him. When her friend accidentally gets an important piece of a hard drive that belongs to that sexy billionaire, he uses her vulnerability in the game. "Play a game with me," he said in his thick British accent, "What game?" A smirk plastered over his face, "Seduction" he completes with a mischievous grin as leans against the wall, not taking his eyes off of her, A game that demands more than attraction, filled with raw desires for each other Veronica is not only tempted by that man but after one game she is lust over heels for him. Passion, desirability, temptation, and Seduction left her on the verge of finding the one. Seduction the taste of lust, COMPLETED, MATURE CONTENT, COPYRIGHTS RESERVED, This story all came from my imagination, it's my work so please don't infringe.

His fingers teased between my thighs, slow and cruel, circling my swollen clit until I was shaking and dripping for him. Lucian Draven stares down at me with dark, hungry eyes, his breath hot against my ear. “Beg for it, little wife,” he growls, pushing two thick fingers inside me only to stop again, leaving me on the edge of release. He’s been torturing me like this for weeks, bringing me to the brink, then pulling away just to watch me break. I was betrayed by the man I loved and sold by my own family to marry the devil himself. Now I’m trapped in his world, forced to sleep in his mansion while he treats me like his personal plaything. He hates me. He owns me. And the worst part? My body craves every filthy, possessive touch from the ruthless man I should despise. But as deadly family secrets begin to surface, I discover our twisted connection runs far deeper than I ever imagined… and the forbidden heat between us might destroy us both…

****MATURE CONTENT*** His thick cock stretched me open, knot swelling at my entrance as thunder crashed outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was bent over his mahogany desk like a whore, pregnant belly pressed against the cool wood, cum from countless loads already leaking down my thighs. “Beg, little Omega,” Damien growled, voice pure Alpha command, silver-streaked hair wild as he gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “Beg your best friend’s daddy to knot this greedy c*** and flood your womb again.” I broke. “Please, Alpha… knot me. Breed me deeper. Ruin me while Sophia sleeps down the hall.” He slammed home with a vicious thrust, the massive knot locking us together as he pumped me full, hot and endless, marking me from the inside while I screamed his name loud enough for the entire pack to hear. I was no longer my best friend’s innocent girl. I was his pregnant, dripping, cock-drunk Omega whore. And I never wanted it to end.

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.