Top Selling Romance Novels 2014 Novels & Stories

She fucked me hard and steady, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip, but there was a tremor in her movements now that hadn’t been there the first night. “Take it,” she ordered, though the edge of command was softened by something hungrier and more open. “This cunt belongs to me now.” I pushed back against every thrust, moaning into the mattress. Anna reached around and rubbed my clit roughly, she kept thrusting through it until she came too with a low, gritted sound that almost sounded like my name, her hips pressed tight against my ass. We collapsed onto the bed, sweaty and breathing hard. For a long time neither of us spoke. Anna’s hand rested on my bare back, tracing slow circle

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

“Tight? Please. She clearly loves my cock the most. Long and perfect for hitting that deep spot. You should’ve seen her face when I fucked her by the stream. Eyes rolling back like she saw God.” “Bullshit!” Tyler shot back, voice rising with competitive energy. “My dick is thicker. She was creaming all over me every single time. You could hear how wet she got when I stretched her out. I fuck her the best, hands down. She squeezes me like she never wants me to leave.” Dylan jumped in, smirking. “You two are delusional. I might be the youngest but I’ve got the best rhythm. I had her squirting on the table this morning. And size-wise? I’m definitely bigger than Ryan.”

A wide cheerful smile immediately appeared on his plump lips. Ryan: Its chocolates and perfume for Lily. Damon frowned at his words. Damon never had real experience in relationships but he had seen his men being in relationships so he decided to ask a question which was disturbing him. Damon: Uhmm Shouldn't you be giving her flowers I mean it's your date right then you should prefer flowers as I heard girls like flowers more. Damon questioned him rubbing the back of his neck as he felt embarrassed giving his brother a piece of advice when he had no experience.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

I struggled to choose what book to read to him, since it occurred to me, belatedly, that I have no idea what my Master reads for pleasure. I try to choose something classic instead, something appropriate; but ´Wuthering Heights´, with Cathy, Heathcliff and Edgar, and their doomed love triangle, isn´t right. Neither is ´Gone with the Wind´, with Scarlett, Rhett and Ashley. ´Pride and Prejudice´, ´Jane Eyre´, ´Anna Karenina´, all dwell on the failure of three lovers to make their situation work. In the end, I choose something very different, ´Time Enough for Love´, an old 1970´s Sci-fi novel, in which the characters make their polyamorous family work.

The double penetration, the fullness in my mouth and cunt, the way they moved together, it was intense. I was dripping and soaked and my own arousal leaked down my thighs. Devon pulled out, his cock glistening with my spit. He leaned forward, pushing my dress down to bare my breasts. “Now for these,” he said, and his mouth closed over one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the sensitive peak. I cried out, the sound muffled against nothing. Hans seized the moment and kissed me. I kissed him back, drawing his lower lip between mine as he bit gently into my upper lip. The sensation doubled. Mitch fucking my cunt, Devon sucking my tits and Hans kissing me.

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"