Charlie Morningstar X Male Reader นิยาย & เรื่องราว

What has he done to get on her bad side? I shrug my shoulders and I grab my phone again replying to Charlie that just sent a selfie of him in bed after a shower. He is topless showing off his tanned and beautiful body. I wet my lips and allow my hand to go down my torso in direction of my rock hard cock. I close my eyes as my head falls back and I think about Charlie. Charlie whispering in my ear how he likes me to touch him and all of a sudden Archie appears in my vision.

Their heels and sandals started clacking against the stone floors that lay in front of the shop. Soon, they were all focusing their attention to the one person who’s introducing the night’s host. “Ladies and gentlemen, she’s one of the most promising writer of her generation and one who has the constant desire to influence people through books. Tonight, to help out her good cause, here’s Charlie.” Charlie meekly smiles and stepped on top of the small podium they have set-up. She opens a tiny hard bound book and started to read. “All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

“You have gone too far.” “In what way, precisely?” Heath tilted his head in sarcastic enquiry. “In f-king a human? You do so yourself regularly. At least my whore isn’t married to someone else. Or is it the fact that I am limiting my appetites to one girl that you find disturbing? You, after all, like a bit of variety with your f-ks.” “Don’t talk cheek to me, boy,” Charlie snapped. “You know damned well that I mean your utter lack of discretion. How do you think this reflects on me? A Pastor’s son, using a prostitute?”

The morning after our all-night fuck-fest, I woke up sore in the best possible way. My pussy throbbed deliciously, swollen and sticky with Alex’s dried cum. He had slipped out of my room just before dawn, leaving only a quick, filthy kiss and a whispered promise: “Today’s going to be fun, baby.”

I'm just a quiet potato in that corner earlier minding my own business and now, why am I the one on the hot spot when they should be talking about Anastasia! "Why me? Earlier you were talking about her....him!" "Yeah, but you are more interesting." Interesting my ass. "I'm outta here." "Oh, come on. Don't be such a pussy." "Shut up and don't talk about me. Talk about something else!" They're ruining my night. How am I supposed to sleep, it will bug me....why would it bug me? Damn it! ***** Charlie's POV I know that he doesn't like me nor he's gay. He just doesn't want someone to stay by his side for the time being until he reach his goal.

he said, his voice rough. He pulled her wet shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her bra was next. He unhooked it with one hand and threw it away. Her breasts spilled free, nipples tight and sensitive. Jake lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over the hard peak. Mira gasped and arched her back. The sensation shot straight down to her pussy. She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain.

“He’s… unusual. But he gets it. Dreams, guardians, prophecies—this is his wheelhouse. Just don’t ask him to babysit. He’s allergic to most of your lot.” By evening, the forest was draped in gold and shadow. Serenya sat quietly near Cheyenne and Gunner, the adrenaline from her final training still simmering under her skin. A knock echoed through the cabin. “Evening!” Charlie’s mischievous voice carried inside. “Hope you’re ready for some… mental gymnastics.” Cheyenne opened the door. “Charlie. You said you knew a guy. Who’s your guy?” Charlie grinned, stepping aside to reveal a tall, lean man with piercing gray eyes and an aura that thrummed like unspent lightning. “This is Malrik. Dream inte

with each restless grunt he ended up giving, until revealing the white boxer briefs he was wearing, already with the fabric fully stretched over his cock and with a large stain where the swollen head was starting to ooze pre-cum. With the image of what she'd seen while spying on him in the shower burning in her mind, Charlie gave his underwear the same treatment as his pants, moving them down to the tops of his thighs until his cock leaped free in front of her. Completely forgetting that she was supposed to be being careful, Charlie turned quickly in bed, coming face to face with him, mesmerized by the sight before her. Seeing him from afar, through the foggy glass of the bathroom stall, she

Charlie’s door was closed, a thin line of light visible underneath. He was still awake. Sky hesitated, suddenly uncertain. What was she even planning to say? ‘Hey, I know you were masturbating while thinking about me, and I had a sex dream about you, so maybe we should just go for it?’ She grimaced. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. But before she could retreat back to her room, Charlie’s door opened. He stood in the doorway, wearing sweatpants and nothing else, his chest bare in the dim hallway light.