Very Steamy Books Novelas e Histórias

The wet slapping sounds of my balls hitting her ass echoed between the quiet bookshelves. “Fuck, Noah… you’re so deep,” she moaned, gripping the edge of the table. “Don’t stop. Ruin this pussy.” I reached down and rubbed her swollen clit fast while thrusting hard and deep. Her tits bounced wildly in her open blouse. I leaned down and sucked hard on one of her nipples, biting just enough to make her gasp. “You’re such a dirty librarian,” I groaned against her breast. “Acting all strict during the day but secretly begging for cock at night.”

Hunter’s hand tightened in my hair, while Kyle braced both hands on the wall, his head tipped back, and his mouth open in a constant low groan. The water kept pouring, running down their chests, over my breasts, and dripping from my hard nipples. Steam made everything feel closer, hotter, and more intense, and my pussy throbbed between my legs, aching to be filled again, but I wasn’t done with their cocks yet. I wanted them shaking, leaking, and begging before I let them have more.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Chapter 3 The air in the spare room is so thick with the smell of sex it feels like I’m drowning in it sweat, pussy, cum, and pure filthy lust hanging heavy around us. Ayra is still sprawled on the edge of the bed, legs shamelessly spread, her swollen pussy a wrecked, glistening mess. Thick white ropes of my stepbrother’s cum slowly leak from her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets. That single tear on her cheek hasn’t dried yet, but her eyes are already glazing over again with fresh hunger.

Liam laid me down, spreading my thighs with reverent hands. Ava straddled my waist, breasts brushing mine as I kissed me slow and filthy, tongue curling against mine. Ethan’s mouth found my clit and without warning, he licked me. In one long, perfect lick that tore a cry from my throat. “Fuck,” I gasped, bucking my hips. “Please….more” Liam knelt beside my head, cock in hand, stroking as he watched Ethan devour me. “Tell us, writer. What do you need?”

Pre-cum glistened like mercury in the moonlight. “Open.” She did. He guided himself past her lips, slow at first, letting her adjust to the chill of his flesh, the velvet hardness. Then deeper. Her throat relaxed under that silver stare; she took him to the root, nose brushing coarse dark hair that smelled of old books and iron. “Good girl,” he purred. “Now suck.” She hollowed her cheeks, tongue swirling, hands braced on powerful thighs. He groaned, low, reverent, fingers threading into her hair. Then he tilted her head back, exposing the long column of her throat.

Her mouth parted without permission. “I noticed you have plenty of other books and sketch magazines like this. So I decided to get these” he said calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her fragile emotions. She lifted one of the books carefully, almost like it might disappear if she wasn’t gentle enough. “These novels haven’t been released in the market yet” she said softly. “And these are my favorite magazines” she said, referring to the long magazines. She loved reading when she wasn’t sketching. She loved getting lost in stories. She had been counting down the months for these exact books to be available. She had talked about them without even realizing how often.

His body drove into mine with each stroke while his balls pressed against me rhythmically. I pushed back to meet every thrust and savored the way he dominated the moment. The steam made the air heavy and hot around us. I reached one hand behind me to grip his thigh and encourage him further. Holland answered by sliding one hand around to cup my breast and roll the nipple between his fingers. The combination kept my arousal burning strong even after the first climax.

With one hand on her breast and the other guiding himself, he pressed into her—slow, insistent, unrelenting. Her sleeping body seemed to instinctively tighten around him, a slow, deep stretch that resonated through her core. She gasped—the sound sharp and raw, her eyes fluttering beneath closed lids. Her walls clenched around him, and he moaned as he pushed deeper. The heat enveloped him, a liquid fire that gripped him tight. Every inch deeper was a slow burn, an exquisite friction that made him groan. He bent to kiss her, tongue slipping between her parted lips. When his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted like something pure and untouched, like sun-warmed honey. She tasted like som

Trigger Warning: Explicit sexual content, beast-human romance, delayed pleasure, dominance, restraints, power play, and consensual use of sex toys. . . The rain fell heavy over the crimson hills of Caldrith, thick as blood against the towering iron gates that shielded the Beast King’s domain.