Boyfriend Wedgie Novels & Stories

the big muscular alpha then lifted the small-petite omega and carried him around his waist. Wade held Noah’s body with his hands wrapped around Noah’s hips, while Noah tangled his hands around Wade’s neck. “I want to be your number one, Noah…” Wade suddenly inserted his middle finger into Noah's ass, which shocked Noah a little bit. “B-but I thought we’re gonna wait until the wedding… what if your mother finds out?” Wade smiled while his green eyes sparkled with lust, “She won’t, trust me… I’ll carry our secret to the grave…”

she grinned. "What?" I objected, tilting my hips so my cock slid even easier between her sweaty boobs. "Wherever and whoever she is, I hope my future wife is getting absolutely railed right now by some hot stud that she will be able to hearken back to on nights when I can't get it up and we are out of Viagra." "You are bad," Wendy scoffed at me. "But I do love the few of this big, hard, no Viagra needed cock," she panted as she absolutely tortured it with her breasts.

What had originally made me look frumpy and pregnant, now perfectly accentuated my womanly curves. In werewolf weddings, it was uncommon to have bridesmaids and groomsmen, but for anyone that did, the custom was for their bridal party to stand with their mates, as the mate union was considered holy in our religion. So I stood with Tyce and Heidi stood with her friend and pretend-mate Hunter. Heidi was due to give birth in two weeks, and she had been worried that she wouldn’t be able to fit into her dress. It was a fair concern as her belly was straining against the material. Any bigger and she wouldn’t have. Heidi was the reason I’d ended up with this shapeless monstrosity. There weren’t man

The boyfriend is sucking off his dick as he writhes his hips while the girl is face-sitting him. “But I like it.” He whispers in my ear. It’s only then did he notices what I’m wearing. “Damn, girl. You look super hot.” He surveys me and chuckles. “What’s the catch, Vee?” He asks, cocking his brow. I practically blush knowing my bff is getting a hint of my plan. Sage didn’t notice because she’s more eager to get her pussy whipped. “Nothing. Just a friendly gathering. You’ve done yours so I wanted to do mine.” I lie, it tastes bitter on my tongue.

she growls before slapping me again. “My parents and Diego have nothing to do with your father! Stop blaming them!” I shout, even though my head throbs from the impact. “Tell her, Dad,” Tiffany says, stepping back, letting Mr. Wedge speak. "What an innocent girl you are," Mr. Wedge says, gripping my chin harshly. "Your parents and I were business rivals. I sent Tiffany to befriend you, to watch the Hendersons. But she failed. And now, because of your parents and that bastard husband of yours, I’ve lost everything."

This wasn’t just a wedding. This was a reclamation. A choice, for safety, for family, for love that didn’t hurt. We kissed. It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t staged. It was quiet. Warm. Real. Like finally closing a book that had stayed open too long. After, there was laughter. Applause. People hugging. Ester wouldn’t stop crying. “You did it,” she kept saying. “You made it.” Gabriel grabbed Alessandro's finger as Alessandro picked him up, kissed his knotted hair, as he spoke

He’s purposely holding himself back for many reasons, a few of which disappear from his mind when Alex pulls him back, lips brushing over his forehead. Boyfriendbots are apparently really, really good at what they do, Shantal observes.

“So, say for instance, you know a boy that has all the money in the world and has anything he could ever wanted. What would you think of giving that person on their wedding anniversary?” I asked, hoping they wouldn’t notice what I was trying to do. “Well, if I was his girlfriend and he had everything he could ever ask for, then I’d give him all the sex he could ever ask for on his supposedly wedding anniversary,” Hayden teased, wiggling his eyebrows. I tackled him onto the bed without hesitation, making him grunt as I straddled his waist. He looked up at me with that damn smug grin on his face like he’d already won whatever imaginary game we were playing.

he wiped the invisible drool from the corners of my mouth with his thumb. "I hate you Sebastian" I pouted. "I love you too wifey" he replied and kissed me. I swore to God I couldn't even concentrate on the kiss. My mind was going into overdrive. Wifey. He called me Wifey. I wanted to squeal even though I couldn't. I wouldn't embarrass my self before Sebastian. Even though we had been doing what a normal couple would for the past weeks we had not defined or 'relationship'. Was it a relationship though? He hadn't asked me to be his girlfriend nor had he called me such. Did that mean we were friends with benefits?

The boys thought it was too childish, but we watched it with her. Before I knew it, it was late and all the kids was sleep. Damien volunteered to put the kids in bed. I decided to put on some slow jams and sip me some wine. When Damien came down stairs, he joined me in the living room. We just sat around talking and getting drunk. It felt good. Like old times. Times when we first got together. Before life got so complicated and hard. Our wedding song came on. "Have this dance with me, Love? " Damien asked me as he took my hand in his.