Thriller Smut Books Novels & Stories

He slower down suddenly, teasing me, deep strokes, grinding against my walls, making me squirm. “Say it!”, he ordered, tightening his grip around my throat. “Please” “Please what?” “Please Mr Tom”. “What do you want?” I groaned, my body shaking desperately. “Please make me cum Mr Tom”. I think that made him snap, he started fucking me hard, ruthless, pounding into me so deeply, I knew I’ll feel him for days. I kept screaming and moaning, shaking, gasping for air, watching myself on the mirror as I beg for his dick and call him sweet things.

“Fuck, your throat is milking me so good. Gonna fill that pretty mouth up. You’re going to swallow every drop like a good little sister-in-law slut.” I moaned around his cock, eyes locked on his as he used me. His muscles tensed, his abs tightening, that powerful body driving into my face without mercy. The burning cigarette hung from his lips as he growled filthy praises and degradations that made my pussy throb. Finally, with a deep, guttural moan, he buried himself to the hilt in my throat. His cock swelled even thicker, pulsing hard. Hot, thick ropes of cum exploded straight down my throat, filling my mouth as he kept thrusting through the orgasm. I choked and swallowed convulsively arou

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I wouldn’t know since I haven’t had any experience, the urge to tell him nips at me that this is like my first. But I don’t want to ruin the mood with my inexperience but am sure he wouldn’t care if I interrupt him either but then my embarrassing non existent sex Life seems to have catch up on me. It’s going to be fine! Smut books aren’t that far off from the truth, because at the end of the day… They do always fit inside!

They cut through the smoke and strobes, locking onto me with a heat that made my throat go dry. He didn’t look away. Not once. I should have. Instead, I let him see me smirk. The corner of his mouth twitched. A challenge. I ordered a drink just to give myself something to do with my hands. Vodka, straight, no lime. The burn slid down my throat, sharp and mean, but it wasn’t nearly enough to drown out the way my body reacted to him. I could feel it already—the thrum under my skin, the anticipation coiling tight like a fuse waiting for a spark.

We both got excited by that and knew we'd both have fun doing it again that night. Over the next few weeks we memorized that magazine and shared the books. Old 70's smut fiction wasn't very good but to innocent teens it was the most exciting thing ever. We'd had a few sleepovers and she'd bring the magazine with her and we'd swap the books back and forth. By this time we'd given up being shy and would openly play with our nipples through our tops as we read and talked about "would you?" situations. I was thrilled doing this with her watching and doing it too. (to this day I love mutual masturbation without touching each other, just watching and being watched and talking about it!) The next w

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

*I rasp, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of your throat. *With a sudden burst of strength, I flip our positions, pinning you to the mattress. Looming over you, I drink in the sight of your flushed face and heaving chest, pupils blown wide with desire.* Gonna ruin you for anyone else, *I promise darkly, ripping open your scrubs to expose your bra-clad breasts.* No one else will ever satisfy you like I can.

"Daddy, fuck me while I read incest stories." I slid my cock into her soaked tunnel. I never get tired of that first entrance. I held her trim hips as I fucked her, reading over her shoulder. Seemed legit, but what do I know? Sam came a flood of her out around my cock and splashing on the floor. Oh man I love fucking this girl. I gave her two more orgasms before I slammed my body into hers and filled her pussy with my cum. The best part.

Chapter 4: The Unveiling Storm Morning light filtered through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled silk sheets in soft golds that matched the lingering warmth in my body. I lay tangled with Damien, my curves pressed intimately against his hard lines, his arm draped possessively over my waist. The events of the night replayed in my mind like a fever dream—the gallery, the desperate joining, the way he had claimed every inch of me until I felt reborn. My pussy still throbbed deliciously from the repeated invasions, slick with the remnants of our passion. Yet as his fingers began to trace lazy circles over the swell of my hip, stirring fresh desire, a quiet unease settled in my chest.