Novels by Johnsgirl

He licked and sucked with focused intensity, tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her to fuck her with it. Two fingers slid into her pussy, curling against her front wall while his mouth stayed locked on that swollen nub. Ivy's moans filled the room, a high and desperate tone."Luke—oh god—Luke—""That's it," he praised between licks. "Let me hear how good it feels, Ivy. Your pussy tastes so sweet I could stay here all day."Ivy came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head and her cunt pulsing around his fingers but Luke didn't stop. He worked her through it, gentling his tongue as the aftershocks rolled through her, then building her back up again until she came a second time, sobbing his name.Only then did he crawl up her body, settling between her spread thighs. "Look at me," he said softly.Ivy's eyes opened, looking a bit dazed."I want to fuck you," Luke said. "I want to be inside this perfect body but only if you really want it too. So tell me.""I want it

Luke sat at his desk in his home office, laptop open to a client brief, when his phone buzzed. The name on the screen made him smile, It was Ivy. His stepdaughter rarely texted during the day unless she needed something, so he swiped the notification without thinking.Three images loaded in quick succession.Luke's breath caught in his throat.The first photo showed Ivy from the collarbones down, topless, one arm lifted to hold the phone. Her breasts were full and round, nipples tight from the cool air. The second captured her on her knees on her bed, ass raised, thong pulled aside so the camera caught the glistening pink of her pussy. The third was a close-up: fingers spreading her folds, clit swollen, a thin string of arousal stretching between her fingertips.Luke stared, cock thickening instantly against his thigh. He knew he should delete them but instead his thumb moved on its own, long-pressing each image and tapping Save to Camera Roll. Then he forwarded the whole thread to hi

He didn't wait for a response before he crashed his lips against hers in a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and filled with years of repressed longing. Isabella let out a muffled moan, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies. The kiss was entirely wild as their tongues clashed impatiently. Sebastian's hands wandered with a possessive urgency, gripping her waist and pulling her hips hard against his growing erection. Isabella arched her back, her nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket, her breath coming in short gasps. They broke apart for a second, both panting, their foreheads resting against each other. "You know I really hate you," she whispered, though her eyes were wide with lust. "I fucking hate you too," he groaned, before diving back in, his mouth moving from her lips to her jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He sucked a hard mark into the crook of her shoulder, and Isabella cried out, her head f

To an outsider, Sebastian and Isabella looked like they hated each other's guts but to them, arguing was the only way to survive the suffocating weight of a desire they were desperately trying to ignore.. Sebastian was forty-two and a man with disciplined habits. He had married Isabella’s mother five years ago, and from the moment he stepped into the house, he had felt a magnetic, terrifying pull toward the girl who was barely twenty at the time. He had spent years building a wall of sternness and criticism, masking his lust with parental discipline. He nitpicked her clothes, her grades and her attitude, anything to keep her at a distance, because if he got too close, he knew he would devour her. Isabella, now twenty-five, was a whirlwind of defiance and beauty. She played the part of the rebellious stepdaughter perfectly, snapping back at every one of his critiques with a biting wit that left him reeling. She loved the way his jaw tightened when she pushed his buttons; she love

Marcus needed no further encouragement. His hands moved to Quinn’s hips, pulling her close to him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the musky aroma of their arousal. He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring the warm, wet depths of her mouth. Quinn moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders as she pressed her body against his. She could feel his hardness straining against his pants. She wanted to feel him inside her, to finally fulfill the fantasy that had consumed her for so long. With a sudden burst of energy, she pushed Marcus away, turning around and bending over the arm of the couch. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with challenge and desire. “Fuck me, daddy” she said, her voice low and husky. “Right now. Make me feel like the dirty girl I am.” Marcus’s eyes widened at her boldness, but he didn’t hesitate. In one swift movement, he pulled down her pant

As he led her toward the stock room behind the bar, Quinn couldn’t suppress a triumphant smile. She had waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now it was finally happening. The stock room was dimly lit, shelves lined with bottles of liquor. Marcus closed the door behind them, the click echoing in the small space as he leaned against the doorframe, watching Quinn with an expression of tortured desire. “So,” he began, running a hand through his hair. “What exactly is it you need from me?” Quinn smiled slowly, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she took a step closer to him. She reached out, her fingers tracing the outline of his tattoos visible beneath his black shirt. “I’ve been imagining this moment for so long, Marcus,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. “Every time I saw you behind that bar, I’d imagine you touching me instead of those glasses.” Marcus’s breath caught in his throat as Quinn’s hands moved lower, her fin