Chris Mclean X Reader Novels & Stories

Can You Keep A Secret (Nathan & Daniel) ⪻⪻⪻ Romance / Mature : 1. Taming The Wild CEO (Completed on GoodNovel) 2. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits / Dark Pretenses ( Clara Summers & Dean ) 3. Taming The Wild Duke ( William & Kate ) 4. Not So Plain Jane ( Steven Summers & Jane Austin ) 5. Irresistible Duology: Simply Irresistible ( Autumn & Phraser ) 6. Dark Deception ( Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan )

"Oh, god, Xavien, please." Cursing softly to myself, I hold her up by her ass and dig my fingers deep into her flesh. Then I slowly drive deep into her inch by glorious inch. She is soft and warm and every bit so inviting. A deep growl escapes through my lips. It is raw and fierce. No woman has ever made me feel this way. "Aaahh fuck princess." ...Mekayla POV...

“What are you doing in here?!” Chris stepped back, realization dawning. “You were screaming…and I got worried…I didn’t…” “You couldn’t knock?!” “I didn’t think…” “What are you doing still standing there?! Get out!” Chris spun around and flew out the door, closing it quickly behind him. My face was probably brighter than the sun. Chris had just been witness to me touching myself to a very naughty fantasy…about him. Fuck. ***** Chris’s POV ‘She called your name.’ Rock was excited.

They had blocked their mind-link while in hiding so they didn’t have to hear all the cries for help. "Fuck them. They will figure it out eventually. I'm going to sleep." Chris said and rolled over on his side facing Serenity. She smiled at him and pulled herself a little closer. After the day we had a little cuddling would be understandable and Chris was a handsome Beta with Alpha blood. He had just as much god like qualities as Ryker. I started drifting to sleep then my eyes shot open remembering what Tyler was to me. I completely forgot he existed all day. Never once did I wonder how he was or if he was ok.

The woman's cries grew louder, her body arching off the bed, and with each stroke of the crop, my arousal increased. Alex's hand moved higher, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. "You're doing well," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a tremor through me. "But remember, this is just the beginning." The woman on the bed reached her climax, her body spasming with pleasure. The man paused, his hand resting gently on her quivering flesh, before turning to us. He removed his mask, revealing a face I recognized from the club's client list. He was a powerful CEO, known for his ruthlessness in business. Yet here, in this private sanctum, he was subservient to his

She turned her face away from his lips and looked straight into his eyes, eyes that seemed made to ensnare people. Her throat felt as though it were being pricked by countless needles. “Do you actually want a child, or do you just want whatever Grandma promised you in return?” Chris seized both her wrists and pinned them above her head. With one hand, he removed his glasses. Without the lenses to soften his gaze, his eyes turned cold and sharp, like those of a predator. This was the real Chris Xander. “What difference does it make?” he said calmly. “When you insisted on marrying me back then, you should have been prepared for this.”

Chapter thirteen Elio's POV I stepped back slowly, zipping up without a sound. This boy. This reckless, loud-mouthed hacker who should’ve been terrified, who was terrified yesterday, just let me use his mouth like it belonged to me. Taking my cock like he’d been waiting for it. I stood there, my breath shallow, watching how his eyes were glossy, his face flushed, and mouth still parted like he wasn’t done. Like he wanted more. He knelt there on the cold tile, chest heaving.There was a wet spot on the front of his brief indicating that he hadn’t touched himself. Good.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN - Chris's POV Back in the familiarity of my apartment, I found my thoughts inevitably drifting back to that unexpected encounter with Megan at the bookstore. Sinking onto the worn couch, I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head in lingering disbelief. "Doing errands for her friend's insatiable bodice-ripper addiction? Really, Megan?" I could easily picture the slight flush gracing her refined features as she admitted to being the one tasked with purchasing those lurid romance novels.

The story was so vivid, so real, that she could feel the heat radiating from the page, smell the stale beer and cheap perfume of the club. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the narrative wash over her. She was there, sitting in the booth, watching him. She felt the tension building, the air thick with unspoken words. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to feel the same electric connection. The writer’s voice was hypnotic, a siren’s call that drew her in deeper. She was no longer just reading; she was experiencing. She was living the story. Her body began to react on its own accord. A dull throb started between her legs, a familiar ache that she had been ignoring for too long. She

Chris appeared in the doorway then, like my thoughts had dragged him there. Yes, it's him-the Chris from my dreams. In my fantasy, I beg him to fuck me while screaming 'Daddy.’ But in reality, he's just my cold, distant iceberg of a roommate. Chris had a tall, lean build. He came in hoodie up. Earbuds in. Expression blank as a fresh install of Windows. He was a Computer science major. The guy I’d been stupidly in love with since the day he moved in. A very cold and aloof person. He was as tall as Ethan but had a leaner build