Romans & histoires Very Smutty Books

He leaned down, lips brushing my ear. "I've been reading a lot of adult books... Smut... my research tells me women love the things men do to them there. Can I try something out? I've been learning about how to pleasure you for so long. Reading helps me imagine you... p**n videos don't do that for me." What the hell were smut and p**n? I swallowed tightly, heart hammering, thighs pressing together uselessly around nothing. "Yes," I whispered, voice already wrecked. "Do whatever you want to me." My thighs trembled and parted invitingly. A dark, satisfied smile curved his lips.

The smell of old parchment, dried sage, and damp cellar immediately flooded the small cabin. Reaching inside, I pulled out a massive, leather-bound tome. The cover was cracked, unmarked, and held together by frayed iron hinges. I dropped it onto the wood with a heavy thud, followed by three smaller, equally ancient books. "Bro, this is giving major Salem witch trial vibes," Amberly muttered, stepping closer to inspect the pile. She poked the cover of the thickest book with her index finger. "Are we about to summon a demon? Because I feel like my life has enough drama right now."

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” With a sob that was half-shame, half-surrender, she lowered her head. Her tongue, pink and trembling, touched the slick surface of the paper. The taste was shocking—a salty, musky, slightly sweet flavor that was purely, undeniably her. It was humiliating. It was filthy. And it made her pussy clench with a fresh, hot gush of arousal.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

The walls shook, the ground rumbled, and rocks clattered everywhere around me. I placed my hands on my face, rubbing my burning eyes before slowly bringing them open. When my vision finally returned, I found the book surrounded with one of those circles with stars in the middle you'd see in horror movies. The shape was on fire, sending smoke all over the place. The fucking book was going to burn down my home. I gritted my teeth, shaking my head. “Not today, Satan!" I quickly rose from the ground and ran to the book as I took off my jacket from around me. Then, I draped it over the burning ground and began stomping on it in a bid to put the fire out.

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

"Clichés but I was interested to know what my woman invest most of her time in." He cares. My brain tells me but my other self is saying no he doesn't. He's doing it for his benefit. "The books" he pause. "I learn what Smut is in your world." I want the ground to swallow me right there. Oh wait. Did he just say learn? "You-" "You taught me what Smut is? " he winks at me. Fuck, that was so embarrassing." I only know the word fuck and fuck" he says, moving towards me.

Her eyes went to the books on the table, and she stood up and walked over. "Can I?" She asked, turning to me. "You can't take them." She nodded. "These are romance books. Smuts." She noted as she flipped through the pages. Her eyes sparked when she saw one she seemed to recognize. "Romantasy." Whatever the hell that means. "I never pinned you for someone interested in romance books." A smile appeared on her face now and I was grateful that she found something more interesting than me. "They are not mine." She turned to me fully. "Whose are they?"

I looked down to my nipples amd fuck they were hard. I was a virgin not a prude. When I said I read books for a living, not all of the books are motivational books just quarter. Most of what I read, are erotic romance, one shots and stuffs like that. So I knew stuff. I hated porn but when it came to reading smut, I was like boss in that aspect. I liked imagining what they were doing while just reading it, it was in my head and I liked it that way. Jack was full of surprises, he was acting like a fucking submissive, I mean what the fuck. The way he moaned, the way he handled my tits, I wanted more, like more.