Desire Gentleman Novels & Stories

“There’s your problem. Waitin’ on her. Actin’ like a lap dog, happy for scraps.” Kane stood and jammed the wire cutters in his back pocket. “See, women tell you they want a gentleman, when in reality, they want a man to take charge. Sexually speakin’.” “What?” “Hear me out. A woman wants a man who can’t keep their hands offa them. A man who can make them feel feminine, sexy and needed. Desired, but not in a way that diminishes their independence outside the bedroom.” He stared at Kane with his mouth hanging open. What’d gotten into his brother?

He kicked them clean, never breaking eye contact. “You taste like candy.” I let out a shaky chuckle as my thighs trembled due to the aftermath and my panties were soaked. But my mind was a hurricane of guilt and desire. He leaned over, his mouth close to my ear. “Tomorrow. My penthouse. Be there at eight.” He pulled back, his expression unreadable. “Don't make me come find you.”

Plenty of places I hope on the one hand and on the other, well I an shocked with myself. Desire has over-come me as he now places his strong hand on the base of my spine right above my buttocks. He leans closer into me and I can smell his heavenly citrus aftershave. It's driving my senses insane. I breathe in hoping he isn't watching me that closely. He is. Of course he is. "Don't worry, American Girl. I will be the perfect gentleman." Great. I mean, yes I hope he will be yet part of me wants him to be so bad that I can't walk the next day. Already my mind has hit the gutter a place I've never witnessed it go before. But it has. I visualize myself raking my hands through his hair, pulling hi

“Karma is a bitch. I hope Nathan filled her up and got her pregnant out of wedlock since it was her desire to be filled with his cum. There is a good chance that Mr. Hendricks will take her if she doesn’t want to go stay with Nathan. What am I saying? Nathan might want the two of them.” That was all I said, and then I left the living room. I pulled out my phone and navigated to the Desires of the Night website, where I could rent a man. No way will I be sleeping with a man who is too old for me. As I chose the man I wanted, the app asked me about my size preferences: tall or short, muscular or not. This made me blush as I chose the man I wanted. Regrettably, they did not show me the man’s pi

“I’ve been fawning over you since LA, the spy who thinks she could outwit me. You gave excitement to my life, the only girl who refused to fall for my charms. You made me want something I couldn’t have, and it riled me up more than I let on, so I ended up pestering you. It’s the only way you’d look at me, the only way you’d see me even if your eyes would rather shoot fire and burn me to the ground.” I giggled, yet could not lift my face because my sight began to fog. I held him tighter, never wanting to let go of this version of him. “Since you moved in, I’ve wanted to get under your pants….” Groaning, I pulled away, but he kept a tight grip on me. “But I’ve been restraining myself because y

She said with a pout. Lisa gave her a sorry look. “Do not get fooled, Desire. You can’t keep a man that doesn’t want to be kept. Take it from me. You will only have your heart ripped to pieces.” “You do sound like somebody with many experiences.” Jaylen chipped in. Desire gasped loudly from behind while he pocketed his hands and threw a flirty smile her way. “Good morning, Desire. How are you, James? Where is Pedro and Anne?” “I am fine, sir.” James replied and hurried to his stand.

Finally, a response, albeit one fixated on his name rather than the whereabouts of my brother. "I couldn't care less about your demands for respect. Where on earth is my brother?" I bellowed, my patience pushed to its limits. This man was beyond belief, consumed by his own self-importance. "Do not use profanity, Germ. It is unbecoming of a lady," Jeremy calmly retorted, his voice tinged with superiority. "To hell with your expectations of proper behavior! I shall speak as I please. Release my brother this instant!" I fired back, my patience waning. Yet again, he chose to ignore me, placing a file before me.

Stepping inside the gazebo, my feet sank into the plush white carpet that stretched before me, seemingly endless. There, at the other end of this makeshift aisle, stood Eddie. My breath hitched in my throat. He was breathtaking, even more handsome than usual. A radiant smile split his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He wore a classic black tuxedo, his dark hair perfectly styled, the very picture of a fairytale prince.

He grinned beside me. "Yes, actually!" I chuckled humorously. "The fact is, I've never dated anyone before," he said while running his hand through his hair. "Come on, you're kidding me!" I laughed. "Do I look like I'm joking?" he said in a more serious tone. I chuckled again, "So, Dawzon Del'torre, the playboy, the fuck boy, and the womanizer, has never had a serious date before? That's impossible!" "It's true, I've never dated anyone before, except you."

I'm giving you the respect you deserve as a woman. I sigh and stand up, packing my pillows to climb back on the bed, but he jumps quickly getting on the bed before. He lays on his side, probing himself on the elbow, he has this satisfied smirk. His eye trailsy body. "Did you dress up to sleep beside me?" "He wishes." I stare at him laying on the bed I laid in my own hotel room. A man can't sleep on the bed while a lady lays on the world. It's not done anywhere, all gentlemen knows the rule expect Desmond isn't a gentleman.