Written Smut Novels & Stories

He is hitting me deep, and I am truly going crazy from the pleasure of his f*cking. “More! Ahhhh! More! Keep going, honey! You’re so good at fcking! I’ve wasted so much time! Fvck me! Fvck me all the time! Ahhhh! Ahhh! Hnnnnn! Ahhhhh!” I say seductively, grinding my hips back at him. It’s like I already know what to do because my mother had me read some of her smutty books. I contract my pvssy muscles, squeezing his c*ck inside me, and he lets out a moan. I smile at the sound and move my hips to meet every thrust. I shriek and laugh when he swats my behind. He stops moving and pulls out his long weapon. He flips me onto my back on the bed and immediately smothers me with passionate kisses. I

“Don’t call me sweetheart, and it’s not book p**n. It’s called smut.” “Smut,” I repeat. “Such a fancy way to say p**n, huh?” I tilt my head, still holding the book out of her reach. “So tell me, what’s the smut doing to you?” “Kai, stop.” She pauses, eyes narrowing like a warning. She’s too mad at me for the shit I’m about to pull, but I don’t really care. It’s either this or I let her bury herself in her precious smut while pretending I don’t exist, probably imagining the two of us as the lead characters anyway.

something to say, and each one brightened Sam’s face the same way it must have brightened them up at that point in time when she told them all those things in her usual, cheerful way. “But despite all this, she’s a slut, right?” I asked, chuckling dryly. “If being like Sam means being a slut, then maybe we should all become sluts because…” I cast long meaningful stares at Hailey and Kaylee before adding, “I’d much rather be a slut, than a fucking hypocrite.” I stared at my friends who all had smiles on their faces, with Sam’s looking quite teary-eyed; but not the sad type this time. I shot her a wink, before turning to say, “so, I guess that makes me a proud slut.” “Not just you.” I tra

I drove into her with everything I had, totally lost in the sensation of her tight, wet heat. "You're mine," I growled. "You understand? You don't look at anyone else. You don't touch anyone else. You belong to me." "I'm yours!" she wailed, her body trembling. "I'm your little slut, cousin! Just make me cum!" The taboo words were the final trigger. I felt the explosion building, a massive wave of pressure at the base of my spine. I reached around and rubbed her clit furiously while I hammered into her from behind.

I love your d*ck baby. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife, who rarely ever cursed, was using one laced filled profane word after the other. Lucas rammed his c*ck in and out her *ss, over and over, until he groaned and shot deep in her back door. Pulling out, his d*ck left streams of c*m across her back. He would push his d*ck back into her gaping hole and then pull it out rubbing it across her glistening a*s covered in their sweat. As Lucas got up he settled into a chair. Catching his breath he informed us he would come over whenever he liked. When he did, we were always to be naked. Some nights he might send me over to stay with Richard so he could be alone with Wendy. He might

Smith rubbed his fingers across my slit vigorously, the ache between my legs began to build that I clung to him - gasping. "Of course, you don't want me to leave. I'm the only one who knows how to turn you up," he said, flicking his wet tongue on my nipples. They tingled and ached. Smith jerked up slightly, taking off my panties. The duvet cover that had concealed the lower part of his body rolled off revealing his grown fat cock.

"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.

“Rub your clīt as Padrino fūcks your pūssy just how you like it.” She did as she was told, reaching between her legs while her fingers circled her swollen bud, making her pūssy tighten around me. I was panting in her ear as I struggled to hold back from coating her walls. One thing I didn’t do was leave a woman unsatisfied. “Faster, Slūt.” I growled as she struggled to maintain eye contact. “Fūck.” I hissed when her pūssy forced my cūm to spurt out on command.

I still felt the lingering, humiliating sting of my lose of erection with Ruby last night, and it was driving my inner wolf completely mad. I took my anger out on the poor girl, I couldn’t stomach the embarrassment. I took a step back, lit a cigarette, and blew a puff stream of smoke directly at Samirah’s pinned image. She was looking straight into the camera, her dreamy eyes calm, sophisticated, and inviting, almost like she was staring back at me. Fuck she was driving me nuts yet held me spell bound.

it look like I had just giving to blow job and they had cummed all over me even though they were still completely closed. I looked like a slut.