Bucky Barnes X Reader Clingy Novels & Stories

Arka’s palm, rough from heavy basketball calluses, felt like sandpaper burning straight through Bima’s nerves. Bima arched his back, letting out a low, desperate moan. Arka’s dominance was always like this—rough, possessive, yet completely addictive. "Arka ... the smell ... your shirt drove me crazy all day ...." "Oh, really?" Arka pulled the shirt down violently from Bima’s shoulders, letting it hang uselessly at his elbows. He stared down at the reddish marks he’d left on Bima’s skin on the balcony in Chapter 12, then attacked the spot again with a small, sharp, possessive bite. "Now you get to feel the owner himself, not just the scent."

The buttons of my chiffon shirt detached from its button-hole, shattering into pieces. I felt so bare and dirty beneath him. His fingers brushed my collarbone and I squirmed in disgust, wiggling underneath him. They settled between my cleavage and he groaned. The animalistic sound was so disgusting. "You are stunning!" "Jaxon Gray is such a lucky bastard! He gets all the good things!" He growled. My eyes were blurred with tears, short pants emitting from me. My heart pounded against my chest as he toyed with the straps of my bra.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

he groaned after unbuckling her bra and went ahead rolling the nipple. “Look at them bounce every time she chokes. These aren’t just for show. They’re built to wrap around cock.” “Fat cunt, fat tits, fat ass,” the other growled, fucking her throat harder. “She’s nothing but holes, and we’re going to use every one.” Clara moaned helplessly, her body betraying her. Her pussy clenched, soaking the man’s hand as he rubbed her clít in rough circles. But just as her hips started to buck, he pulled away again. She sobbed around the cóck filling her throat frustrated aching for release.

He finishes with a growl. Involuntarily, my lower belly clenches. A fresh coat of moisture dripped down the middle of my thighs. This time, I know it has nothing to do with the book. I’m just glad I’m wearing pants now, unlike the past few days when I was walking around in his shirt and nothing else. Xander’s nostrils flare as he takes another threatening step forward. “Do you like being degraded?” I glared at him, but he wasn’t expecting an answer either way because he answered himself. “Who am I kidding? I know that you do.”

“Positive.” We waste no time undressing. It’s almost frantic, a frenzy. Xander pulls off my shirt, hands slipping around to unclasp my bra as he mouths hungrily at the peaks of my breasts. My fingers make quick work of his buttons, exposing inch after inch of his wide, sculpted chest.

“You and Liesel need to wait until it is your turn. This is for me and Bär only. Give him back control.” Buck returns control to Bär. “Thank you,” Bär says, removing his shirt. “I don’t want a mark from Buck. I want yours,” Ingrid tells him, removing her shirt as well. Bär removes his pants while staring Ingrid in the eye. Ingrid mirrors him again. Bär crawls onto the bed and Ingrid lays down, spreading her legs. “You sure about the no mercy?” Bär asks one last time. Ingrid nods. Bär releases his canines before ripping the crouch out of her panties.

All she could focus on was his fingers stroking her clit, promising more but being relentless in their soft touch. “Fuck, angel, you are dripping. Do my finger turn you on?” Bane asked. Emma nodded against his shoulder, but remembered she should use her words. “Yes,” she whispered. Bane kissed her shoulder and ran his other hand up and down Emma’s spine. It caused a shiver to run through her and goosebumps spread over her body. Bane chuckled and trailed kisses from her ear, down her neck and over her shoulder. He lifted her hand and placed kisses along her arm until he reached her fingertips, then his lips travelled back the same way. Emma’s mind didn’t know if it should focus on the delicat

She brings her arms into her body, shrugging her shoulders slightly, helping the soft fabric to slide down her torso where it bunches around her hips. “Bunny, did you wear this for me?” I ask, strumming my fingers along the thin, gold chain nestled between her perfect tits- she didn’t even wear a bra- and it wraps around her narrow waist. I kiss the beautiful mark on her neck, feeling the strong zaps of our bond surge between us. “I…mnnh,” she gasps, pushing her hips against mine. My dick is punching against the constricting denim of my jeans, wanting out; needing to be inside of her warm, tight pussy.

It took a while for me to come down from that. "Here, taste yourself," Mr Barnes had crawled up to me and was lying on his side next to me with his fingers on my lips. I sucked his fingers into my mouth and tasted my pussy juice. Then he started caressing my tits again. He sucked and pulled my nipples and soon I was squirming in his arms, raising my hips as I wanted him. "Are you ready to fuck now?" "Oh yes, Mr Barnes, I'm so horny." He laughed. "I can tell. Reach over for one of those condoms. I want you to put it on my cock."