Novel & Cerita Call Of Duty X Male Reader

“Careful sparring with him. He might kiss you instead of killing you.” Laughter rippled. Aiden’s fist connected with the boy’s jaw before the laughter had even died. The wolf crumpled in the dirt, and silence fell sharp. “Anyone else?” Aiden snarled, chest heaving. His wolf pressed against his skin, furious. No one answered. But their silence was worse than insults. On the other side of the city, Dante faced a different kind of ridicule. His men didn’t laugh. They whispered. He caught scraps of it in the corridors, in the gym, in the garage where cars gleamed under fluorescent light.

Kayden chuckled mirthlessly. “Oh boy, from the look of things, you don't seem happy to see me. I think I prefer that little boy who used to follow me around calling me Master X and obeying my every word like a pussy," Master X said in the same cheerful tone. Kayden looked unbothered as he approached Eva; he lowered himself to help her onto her feet when he felt the cold nuzzle of a gun pressed on his temple. “I wouldn't do that if I were you. She was disrespectful to Master X,” the man who had a gun to Kayden's head said. He was standing close to Eva, and Kayden didn't need to be told that he was the one who hurt Eva.

I tried not to shiver because a slight shiver from my hand meant brushing my husband's hard dick. Someone please tell him, I am a doctor and not a masseuse. If his thighs are aching so much, he should call for a masseuse. “I am not going to call my masseuse. What's the use of having my ‘contracted’ wife then?” He said, emphasizing his all-time blackmailing card; the contract between us. With amazement I looked at Xander. I was right then thinking about masseuse and he literally had that rolling out from his tongue. How could he read my mind? I saw a smirk slowly capturing his lips, and his orbs glowed red.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains explicit sexual content including: Graphic MM sex scenes BDSM dynamics Dubious consent Power exchange Rough sex Possessive/dominant behavior Strong language Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some are about the last

So….. here’s the idea. I’ll be starting a new mm erotica and yeah this is a sneak peak CALEB. I was already hard when Marcus walked in. dripping Precum soaking through my boxers, leaving a dark spot on the gray fabric like I'd fucking pissed myself. My phone was propped against a pillow on the couch, screen tilted so I could watch with one hand while the other stroked my dick through the cotton. On the screen was some random dude from Grindr. Blonde and in his Early twenties. Already naked on his knees in a bedroom I didn't recognize. Marcus wasn't in frame yet, but I could hear him… that low, commanding voice he uses when he's about to ruin someone.

“Do you know this boy?” My gaze dropped to the photo clipped inside—and my stomach dropped straight with it. Oh hell fucking no. Xane Baxter. The smirk I’d seen a dozen times today stared back at me from a glossy print. I looked back up. “…Yeah. Why?” He shut the file with a snap. “Since you love sucking men so much, you can use that to our advantage.” My entire body went cold as the truth of what he was hinting at clutched at me like a wet blanket. “Excuse me?”

“So you’re the Mr. Roland who’s been sharing my wife with me?” His voice was cold and dangerous. The man coughed, his lips trembling. “What? That’s not my name,” he stammered. Alex stopped pacing and frowned. “Oh really?” He gestured to one of the men. “Search his wallet.” The man obeyed quickly, pulled the wallet from the man’s pocket, and handed it over. Alex snatched it and flipped it open. His eyes narrowed. “Tom Xander,” he read aloud. “Occupation: Artist.”

Dr. Damien Cross is a 32 years old urology god... tall, sharp-jawed, icy blue eyes, and a voice that makes grown men nervous. He’s brilliant, arrogant, and bored out of his mind with routine cases. Until Ethan Reed walks in. Ethan, 24, is a cocky, ripped personal trainer with a body built for sin and a straight-curious streak he’s never admitted to anyone. One minor groin strain from training brings him to Dr. Cross’s exam room, where the power imbalance hits like lightning. The doctor’s gloved hands on his cock and balls, the calm clinical voice describing every filthy detail, the way those long fingers press deep inside him… it awakens something raw and desperate in Ethan.

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

"Focus on her. Her face, her body, her voice. You must feel her. Then push the pain back to her." In New York, Mr. X has gone from kissing her lips to kissing her neck and chest as he undresses her. Ada helps Mr. X out of his. "Shower," Mr. X orders before ripping her pants off. He picks her up and carries her to the bathroom. She admires his muscular body. He has no hair past his neck. He does have tattoos. A phoenix on his chest, the red and orange wings stretch down his arms. The head of the bird his resting on his chest below his collarbone. Ada runs her fingers down the green and purple body to his boxers. Mr. X smiles at her curiosity,