Desiree Montoya Fanfix Novels & Stories

“Want your cum, want it on my face, in my mouth, please” Christopher pulled out first, stroking himself fast. “On your knees again.” Felix dropped to the floor so quick it was almost comical, mouth open, tongue out, eyes locked on us. I stood beside Christopher, both of us jerking ourselves over him. Felix reached down, wrapped a hand around his own cock, stroking in time with us. “Come on, give it to me, paint my face, let me taste you both" Christopher came first, groaning low as thick ropes landed across Felix’s tongue and cheek. Felix moaned like he’d been waiting for it his whole life, licking his lips, chasing every drop.

It beat three times in one breath. Fast. Then slow. Then still. Like three hearts trying to remember which one was hers. She looked into his eyes, afraid to ask what she already knew. “I’m not just marked,” she whispered. “I’ve been rewritten.” --- Naeria placed a mirror shard under starlight, whispering old incantations. The symbols in the glass danced. But one refused to shift. The one shaped like a hollow circle. “No matter what I do,” Naeria muttered, “this mark won’t change.”

This time I could not hold him back. A low growl escaped my throat. But strangely… I did not mind it. That tiny touch felt like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. Something I wanted again. And again. Gia jolted. A sudden current ran through her body. Her sandalwood scent wrapped around me like a spell. It clouded my mind. Dark, sinful desires stirred inside my chest. But my mind still resisted. I looked at her. My mind told me to push her away.

When the call ended, I fell on the couch but that was just the beginning of my fantasy. What if I had a threesome with Massimo and Gladys? I closed my eyes and tried to keep a vivid imagination while I slid my hands into my panties. I moaned softly as I touched myself and imagined it was one of them. "Fuck," I said with a needy look. "This is fucking hot."

“Hey, if this is because of Fiona I don’t think she hates you or anything. I think she still loves you.” I grimaced when he said that. He must be thinking I had feelings for Fiona which I couldn’t deny, I had a very tiny sliver of it remaining but it wasn’t because I truly liked her. I already had my sights set on someone else. That someone else had turned me into a sex monster who had sex with Fiona all the time. “Anyway, I’ll be on my way and I’ll see you later,” Mateo stood to his feet with his beer in hand ready to go.

she repeated. “You too,” Austin said, his expression one of amusement. “’Bye, Dani.” “’Bye.” Cassidy walked off, glanced back a few times, but managed to climb into her car and drive off without running into anything. “She wants to meet your club,” I said. “Excuse me?” I nodded. “She saw you and nearly wet herself.” Austin laughed. “I take it she’s a single mom?” “She’s the single mom of a darling little boy named Maverick.”

No matter how badly I wanted her, no matter how much I ached to let go of the control I had been holding onto for so long, I couldn’t risk her life just to satisfy my own desire. I couldn’t. But God help me, I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to calm the heat building inside me. It wasn’t just the pull of the moon—it was her. Chloe. Every time I thought I could get a grip, every time I told myself to focus, she came crashing back into my mind, pulling me under.

It was dark syrup, thick with amusement and something twisted beneath it, like he was savoring Azxel’s desperation the way other people savored dessert. “Anything?” Sky echoed, his voice was rough and it sounded like he was planning something mischievous . His hands stayed locked on Azxel’s hips, his fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, keeping him from rocking again. “Look at you. Already begging like a little slut after one edge.” Azxel whimpered, trying to roll his hips anyway, but Sky’s grip was iron. He leaned in instead, mouthing at Sky’s jaw, then lower, sucking wetly at the tendon in his neck, anything to coax him into giving in.

My mom turned around and instantly approached me, giving me a hug as she ran her fingers through my hair; probably trying to take out the knots which only made me laugh. "She's going to be just fine Mrs Montano, keep an eye on those wounds but if they feel hot to touch, don't hesitate to call- just to avoid infection" Tara spoke, mostly talking to my mom who nodded. "Thank you so so much T, you're always our hero" she said making both me and T laugh at her emotional side that always comes up here and there.

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that sam