Very Smutty Books Novels & Stories

He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it. "You actually know that term, huh? Fine with me. But I’m not really into movies. I’d rather just read my books." "Hmmm. Those smutty books you read? Maybe you can read them out loud to me." My eyes widened, and I snapped my head toward him. How did he know I read that genre? Oh my gosh! How embarrassing! "How... How did you know they were smutty?" I said in disbelief, and he laughed.

His hands slid under my hoodie, grabbing my breasts through my bra, squeezing them roughly. “Damian… please… someone will see us…” I gasped, trying to push him away. “Let them,” he smirked, sliding his hands under my bra to pinch my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from moaning out loud. My pussy throbbed, my panties drenched with shameful desire. “You’re such a dirty little slut,” he whispered in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach. “Look how wet you are just from me touching you.”

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

“Don’t worry about that. You’re not the only one who likes filthy books, you know. I like filthy art, too. A load of my stuff is NSFW. Pete loves it.” The relief flooded through me. I’d had no idea how much I’d needed to share the details of my newfound sex life with someone until then. I was still coming to know myself, and getting a glimpse of how far my own sexuality went. I’d never thought my interest in books would come to life, but it had. I was loving every second. Craving more. “Julian’s filthy. Like, really filthy.” “Whips and chains type filthy, or take it up his ass with a cucumber type filthy? Or both?”

He remarked as he went on to read the book titles. I flushed, Mom read a lot of romance and smut…like I don’t even want to think about it. She doesn’t know that sometimes I read them and I have been for a long time now, as far as she’s concerned I only read YA adventure romance with little or no smut. “It’s my Mom’s.” I cleared my throat, feeling more embarrassed. My face reset into a frown as someone bumped into me from behind, it almost felt like a push. “Excuse you?” I glared at the girl.

He whispered, taunting. I rubbed my legs together, needing some friction there. “Keep those legs apart, ruby. Spread them wider.” “Please,... Doctor, I… please…” I tried to keep them apart, my body squirming uncontrollably like a worm laced with salt. I rubbed my thighs together, but it wasn't enough. I needed penetration to release the pressure. “Please what ruby? You think I don't notice how you stare at me all day at book club? “Mmmm.” I whimpered like a pathetic slut.

Well there was only two weeks left for Sam to enjoy her and he was doing that as much as he could. Not that he didn't actually enjoy the class itself as he had indeed been writing for the last couple of years. The only problem was what he was writing was dirty naughty stories, or as most web sites called it; erotic stories. Sam was pretty good at it and at the urging of his then girlfriend Stacey, had submitted some of his books to an eeotic story site named Erotic dom where under the pen name Dirtyfantasies, and had gotten some good reviews.

“I love your cocks more than I should. Please—fuck me harder. Use me.” Damian made a broken sound from the corner, but they ignored him. The rotations got filthier. They started switching holes more aggressively—pussy to ass to mouth without pause. Lube made everything slippery and obscene. I lost track of who was where. All I knew was constant fullness, constant pleasure, constant dirty words whispered against my skin. “Such a perfect little breeding hole.” “Gonna fill every part of you until you’re leaking for days.” “Bet you never thought you’d be airtight on your wedding night, did you, Mrs. Romanov?”

Wouldn't want to add ‘liar’ to that list. “Well… it's spicy.” I carefully said. “But I like how it's more than just lust and infatuation. Seems like there's a deeper connection between the two.” She sighed. “Yeah, most of my books are written that way. I find it easier to write smut when it's based on true love.” “You have other books?” I asked. She nodded, turning back to her screen. “Yup, across different platforms.” “Cool.” The silence returned again as she continued typing. Once again, my mind wandered about. I couldn't stop myself from asking the question.

Slight smut warning, if you don't like these things just skip to the next chap, Love your perverted princess Cinderella. I walk toward them swinging my hips and licking my lips, it's my turn to taste the angel lips, I took a seat over Robert's desk and pulled the baby up, making her stand between my legs, I attacked her mouth with kisses, my tongues licking against her closed lips until she opened her mouth for me, I dominated our kiss, of course, she knows who owns her, little and big, she belongs to us.