Boyfriend Smut Novels & Stories

Why is this head is so slow. "Yep, and yeah he is my boy friend." "Can you describe him?" She said, smiling at me from ear-to-ear. "He is kind."I answered. "Kind only? How about his looks." "Umm, he's handsome but childish. He loves popsicles and love to annoy me but he is kind. He is cute and he is robinhood." "Robinhood?" She asked. I chuckled, "Yeah, because he always appear in front of me with a hood."

He asked in a cutting tone, "When did you become like this, Lyrik? Chasing vanity and willing to stoop this low. I can't believe you're my mate who I wasted seven years with. No wonder you wanted to break up with me last night. You must have found a richer man." "Are you two done?" I finally replied. My voice was terrifyingly calm. "We're not judging you, Lyrik. We just think you should face reality," said Seraphina with mock concern. I stood and asked, "Are you done? If you're finished, then leave. I'll say this for the last time. Liam and I are over. If you want trash like him, you can have him, Seraphina!" "What did you say? I can bring you here another time if you really want to be here

His touches were smooth and arousing her senses, his chef's hands were definitely not just good enough for the kitchen, it was good enough to keep her begging him to fondle her in every way he could. A faint smile curved on her lips, if only Nathan was not such a serious guy off the bed, he would've made the perfect boyfriend that she might consider to keep for a long term relationship. She wondered if someone like Nathan would ever settle to be a 'fuck buddy' if she ever fell ill on courting him. But he was good enough for now, after all, she can smell the breakfast he was making for her right outside the door. And she had never dated anyone who could do that before.

“Will you go out with me, Jay? I know I should have asked this before I almost fucked your brains out last night, but I believe it's not too late. Will you be my boyfriend?” He nodded, face brightening. “Yes!” My face broke out into a grin and I wrapped my hands around him, hugging him so tight, I almost broke his small frame. “So, you're now my boyfriend?” I tested the word on my lips, and it was the freaking best thing after his name. “Of course, boyfriend… I'm now yours. Now, will you please fuck this boyfriend of yours? He's already dripping, eager for your cock.” I groaned. “Baby, when did you get so crude? Who taught you those words?”

- But you can continue, dear brother, I'll sit here and wait for you to finish. Then you'll explain everything to me. - But what is this? Who is my boyfriend among you two? - It's me! Samuel and I answer at the same time. She's flustered, not knowing who her boyfriend is. I look my brother in the eye and continue fucking his girlfriend. - I don't want to continue; you're both sick. - Well, you'll have to wait until I finish. I resume taking her wildly. Damn, this is so intense, especially with my brother's gaze on us and his pants getting longer as the seconds pass... He's very aroused, and seeing that he appreciates what he's seeing galvanizes me even more.

“Your boyfriend’s pathetic. Huge dick, sure, but he doesn’t know how to use it. Bro didn’t last up to five minutes flat—I’m over here DIY-ing just to feel something.” I leaned in closer, enough to smell her coconut lotion “I can tell. Same energy with my situationship—your boyfriend . Left me high and dry for a client call. Dick game strong, follow-through? Nonexistent.” She smirked, pulling her fingers free with a wet schlick, holding them up glistening before sucking them clean—bold as fuck. “Let’s scissor here.

A grin stretched across his face as he jogged backward, hands on his hips, looking entirely too smug. I sighed dramatically and lifted my sketchpad, revealing the horribly exaggerated drawing I had just made of him—a stick figure with a ridiculously oversized head and tiny arms. His grin widened. He lifted his hands to his chest and mouthed, I’m hurt. I bit back a laugh. He was insufferable. And I loved him for it. “Your boyfriend is such a flirt,” my best friend Riley muttered beside me, flipping through a magazine. “It’s disgusting, really.” I snorted. “He’s only flirting with me, so I think I’ll allow it.”

“Your boyfriend’s pathetic. Huge dick, sure, but he doesn’t know how to use it. Bro didn’t last up to five minutes flat—I’m over here DIY-ing just to feel something.” I leaned in closer, enough to smell her coconut lotion “I can tell. Same energy with my situationship—your boyfriend . Left me high and dry for a client call. Dick game strong, follow-through? Nonexistent.” She smirked, pulling her fingers free with a wet schlick, holding them up glistening before sucking them clean—bold as fuck. “Let’s scissor here.

My blood boiled. Had he fucked her? The idea of her pussy taking another man’s cock nearly drove me insane. I couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t breathe. A low chuckle escaped me, sharp and dangerous, almost unhinged. I tilted my head, smirking even as fury simmered beneath my skin. “Boyfriend,” I mocked, dragging the word out like poison. “Hell, does he know all the dirty things I did to you on our trip?” Her lips parted but I didn’t let her speak. I leaned in, my voice dropping lower, filthier, meant to scorch her.

My boyfriend's back spasmed, his cock hard as he threw his ass back to meet the brutal thrusts. My eyes shut tight, air bursting from my ears and nose at the depravity of the sight before me. “Damn it! Ruin himmmm” my voice drawled as the man behind me rammed into me mercilessly, my breath catching in my throat. “Ruin that white pussy Damon” the bro punching my boyfriend’s ass howled out. His voice slightly shaky. My eyes snapped open to see my boyfriend recoil, trying to get away from him, his body shaking, his cock so hard, a sudden burst of sperm flew out.