Written Smut Novels & Stories

Hawthorne moved to my hole pounding me while the others stroked themselves over my body, I lost count of how many loads they fed me. One in my mouth that I swallowed. Another deep in my ass from Victor while I came a third time.They marked my chest and face At some point they put the thick tail plug back inm Then they made me crawl in around the room on all fours displaying their work. “Look at him,” Mr. Hawthorne said proudly“Covered, filled, and still wagging. Perfect little fuck-pup.” Rewrite starting from here I want some spicy shit smut but end the arc this chapter

He understands what being friendly is, but he couldn’t time a smile right to return the favor. Until he recorded all possible human expressions in his mind as much as he could, and could fake emotions better than the most human human. Human emotions are good. Better than rules. Rules doesn’t bend, but emotion? Emotion is the easiest to manipulate. Curving his lips into a smirk, Meph put a shade of tease in his eyes, just the perfect amount to push the rabbit a little more to the frantic side, but not enough to trigger any attack: “You mean the posters? Those are just paintings based on how people described me. It’s not my fault that your royal painter was not good at their job.”

My silence was answer enough. He smirked— Dark, infuriating. Then leaned closer, Fingers trailing my V- area, that was already soaking wet, the dress clinging to my skin like glue. “Are you ready to suck daddy's cock.” And that did it. Making me a whimpering fucking mess.

“Bare cunt under my jacket, stirring our supper like the perfect little mate. You’re dripping down your thighs again—smell that? Your slick and my seed mixing with the venison. Fuck, it’s making me hard just watching.” I leaned back into him, grinding my ass against his growing bulge. “Then maybe you should fill me while I cook, Alpha. Keep your omega stuffed and satisfied.” The words spilled filthy and free, heat pooling low as the stew began to simmer, rich aromas of garlic, rosemary, and seared meat filling the air.

The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily. She climbed between my legs, yanked my soaked panties off, and spread my thighs wide. “Look at this pretty married cunt,” she said, running her fingers up my slippery slit. Then she pushed two fingers deep inside me and started fucking me hard while rubbing my clit with her thumb. I came like a slut within minutes, screaming and gushing all over her hand. When I came down, Angie lay back, spread her legs obscenely wide, and looked me dead in the eyes.

“An author mailed a box of chocolates this morning as a thank you present. I think they were for Becca, but we shared all of them. I also made chocolate souffles last night so it might also be that.” “Editing smut does have perks,” Darien pointed out. “Do you still want to work outside of the erotica department next year?” Zach thought about it. He had been desperate two months ago to get out of the erotica department because he hated reading smut and found the other editors intimidating. Now he was feeling more at home with the editors and the smut didn’t bother him as much. “It would be nice to not have to spell and grammar check sex scenes,” he replied. “I don’t find it as terrifying as I

Jeane continued, “ Let us join our private parts where it hurts even, every instance of love and passion is freely given. Every dirt in our body is explored without shame, until every melodic note in the air screams our name. “ “ Fuck yeah, “ That was it, Klein was beginning to reach cloud nine. His head had gone up, his eyes sunken. The strokes he gave on his dick was hitting the right spot, fast and impactful, the rimming which Emma gave him sealed the deal, it had his anal buzzing in and out, goose bumps camping on his skin boldly like scales. “ Fuck yeah, fuck give it to me. “ Klein had the ultimate smut face, his tongue was slightly protruded, his mouth, agape. “ I'm cumming, suck me ha

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕… 𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈—� �𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓… 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 🫢 I smirk the second I hit send, that slow, satisfied kind that creeps in when you know you’ve just said something you probably shouldn’t have but you meant every word of it.

“Open.” She obeyed, lips parting around him, her tongue tentative as she tasted salt and musk. He hissed, gripping her hair, guiding her slowly. Damien stripped off his shirt, muscles flexing. He lifted her skirt higher, stroking himself as he watched her take Cowin’s cock. “Beautiful little slut.” Rylan rose, kissing her thighs, whispering against her skin. “We’ll ruin you, but you’ll beg for more.” Cowin groaned as her mouth grew braver, sucking harder. Damien couldn’t wait—he knelt between her legs, pressing his cock against her entrance.