Thriller Smut Books Novels & Stories

Two thick fingers pushed the fabric aside and slid through my folds, teasing my entrance before circling my swollen clit. I whimpered, hips bucking into his touch. “That’s it,” he murmured against my neck, kissing and biting softly. “Let me feel how much this quiet little librarian wants me.” He pushed one finger inside me, then two, pumping slowly while his thumb worked my clit. I was shaking, biting my lip to keep from moaning too loudly. “Look at you,” he whispered, voice full of dark satisfaction. “Falling apart on my fingers between the books you love so much.”

“Fuck I’m your prize. Your dirty little slut.” Riven’s grip on her ass tightened, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pounded her relentlessly. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, her pussy making loud, sloppy sounds with every deep thrust. She was creaming so much it ran down his balls and thighs in shiny rivulets. He shifted suddenly, spinning her around without pulling out and bending her over the metal table. This new angle prone, with her tits smashed against the cold surface and ass up let him drive even deeper. He mounted her like a beast, hips snapping forward in a brutal rhythm.

“Ohhh……” “Fuck …..” I muttered,my eyes rolling back as my grip on his throat slackened a bit. His fingers moved in and out, quickly, chasing my climax but just as I was about to explode,his cock replaced his fingers, pushing me to an inevitable and shattering climax.

Chapter 3: Ryan’s Fat Cock Ruining My Tied-Up Hole While the Servers Watch I broke. The words poured out of me like cum, desperate and filthy, bouncing off the humming servers. “Please Ryan… I need your thick IT cock ruining my hole. Fuck me raw right here. Stretch me open and breed me deep. I’m your coworker slut. Use me. Please.” Ryan groaned low and dirty, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back. He didn’t tease anymore. He gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed every thick inch inside me in one brutal thrust.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms: GoodNovel: Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed) Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal with her PTSD from that night. Graphic violence and rape scenes. (completed)

"This is what you both used to read. You used to swoon over them. The hero kidnapped her for a fucksake. Shalini and you have heart eyes for him." "Hey, they are morally grey characters," I explained. "So this is my surprise? You bought me all the smut books?" "Pick one and open them." I took the book with his photo on it, When I opened the first, there was a note and a tiny box carved in it. My heartbeat spiked. These are not books. Not just any books. I open the other books and they are all the same. It has tiny boxes carved in them and story stared in the pages beneath.

Over the past week, I am a bit confident to have sex as we have been doing it often. His hands unbutton my pants and pull them down with my underwear making me gasp at the sudden contact with cold air. Breaking the kiss he trails kisses down my neck and pecked my sweet spot making me moan as I fist his unbuttoned suit. His one hand slides my slit making me move my hips for more contact. He inserts a finger in which makes me arch my back and he pumps his finger in and out of me. "You are wet amore, did the smutty books do that?" I close my eyes and kiss his neck.

“How chivalrous of you, I didn’t expect for you to pick up a smut book like that to read.” “I presume you have read them too?” “I read them out of curiosity, and it was the love story is what I was more interested in. It had nothing to do with the sex scenes, it was the connection between the two characters that had me read it multiple times.” Why did I just say that to him? I’m an idiot he’s gonna know I am into those sorts of books. But for the reason I said yeah, I enjoy the smut and spice in them but it’s the romance connection that has me wanting to read them.

His badge presses cold against my bare chest, the metal biting into my skin with every thrust, and the scratch of his uniform fabric against my inner thighs is rough and textured and adding a layer of sensation that’s making me lose my mind. He fucks me against the bookshelf with a rhythm that’s controlled.Deep, measured strokes that drag the ridge of his cock against my g-spot on every pass. Books topple around us with every thrust — falling from shelves on both sides. The absurdity of being fucked senseless while books rain down around me is so ridiculous that a laugh bubbles up from my chest and turns into a moan halfway out. He drops his mouth back to my neck. Sucks the skin below my ear