Dexter X Reader Novels & Stories

Dexter’s office was on the ground floor, a spacious room filled with thick books, maps, and heavy wooden furniture. The bookshelves were quite surprising to Narsha. It wasn’t like Dexter was the type to need to project an image of himself as a smart Alpha by displaying those books, so it was likely that he actually read all of them. “Sir Enrique, does Alpha Dexter read those books?” Narsha whispered. “Yes. His appearance doesn’t show it, but he’s been a bookworm since he was a kid.”

she whispered before deepening the kiss. From across the room, Dexter watched with a small smirk, Xander standing beside him, observing the scene with a cigarette between his fingers. “He’s quite experienced,” Xander muttered, exhaling smoke. His head tilted slightly. “But what if he isn’t like that, Dexter? What if he won’t give you what you want?” Dexter took a slow sip from his drink, his expression unreadable. “Then I’ll make him.” With that, he set his glass down and strode toward Mason.

Taesha's eyes widen as her eyes fall to his long thick rod. Taesha subconsciously licks her lips as Dexter slowly crawls over her waiting body. Her legs were open to welcome him. His lips find hers once more. The kiss is fierce and bruising as he attacks his lush lips, Those same lips he's fantasized about for months. Dexter finally tears his mouth from her and sucks on that taut nipple, sending further shivers through her body. My other hand squeezes the other firm tit, filling his hands perfectly as if they were made just for him.

Dexter settled in, staying still for a few seconds to help me get used to his length. I felt my muscles stretch, and just when I was getting used to being filled so massively, he pulled out and rammed back into me with an insanely good speed. I gasped, eyes wide as he dug into me, fucking me to oblivion. Dexter showed no mercy. His hits were precise and turned me into a whimpering mess as I held on to him for my dear life. "You like that, don't you?" Dexter grunted, biting my earlobe as he nailed me to the wall with his monstrous cock. "You like that, don't you?" he asked again, this time biting my ear until it stung.

Dexter smiled and began to slam into her, groaning with each hard thrust with tear-filled eyes. The pleasure was so intense, it felt as if his cock was going to explode. “I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he slammed into her pussy, earning her uncontrollable moans from so much pleasure that replaced the pain she felt before. Dexter came hard, resting his head in between her breasts and panting deeply. “My Jewel, I swear you are not my first but you are the best and my last.” Doreen was elated and relieved to have not disappointed him but then again, she forgot to discuss with him whether or not he was ready for kids.

"Dexter is a cerebral man. He is a hot shot criminal lawyer and he has connections but he has not used them to get ahead because they will leave a trail . Which leaves one of your ex lover's . " " I think I broke up properly with them . " "I've had Salvatore look into everyone you've dated and your dating history. You have some pretty psycho lady that you love dating. You love drama and you live for the drama." "I used to live for the drama but now I live for one person make it two people only. My wife and our baby boy." " That's so sweet. Axel has your eye colour but not the shape of your eyes he looks like you with also he looks like a combination of both you and Ell ."

Clara loosened his pants too. In seconds, his pants and brief were down. “Dexter, wait… “ Clara trailed off as he thrust into her. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud as he increased his pace. ~ “I still think what you did was dumb.” Carl said to Xavier as they watched his men lift the boxes in their warehouse. “I was tired of being taken for granted. Someone had to shut Dexter up.” Xavier replied. “So will you tell Clara how you found Kaylee?”

Arthur said, his threat silent yet lingering in the air. Dexter waved his hands, seemingly unfazed and not ready to back down. His gaze remained fixed on me, sizing me up. “So you are that chick from the city with the son? I heard all about you the moment I stepped into the arena. You are fucking good, baby girl. Well, I’ll ignore the child for now. I need a quick bang and I can help elevate your reputation,” he pulled out a key card from his pocket, handing it over. “Come around,” he added.

Dexter exhaled sharply, clearly annoyed at the situation, if not at Charlie himself. “Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll do it my way.” He reached out and placed two fingers lightly against Charlie’s wrist. He gasped, The touch startled him. It was unexpected, precise, intimate in a way Dexter rarely allowed. His pulse hammered beneath those fingers, wild and uncoordinated. “Count with me,” Dexter said. “Out loud.” He stared at him, disoriented, mind lagging behind the instruction. “Now,” Dexter snapped. “One,” Charlie rasped.

The other slid up my waist, thumbs brushing my ribs. My brain started screaming. This is Lexter Gray. This is happening. Are you ready for this? He must have felt me tense because he pulled back slightly. "Hey." His voice was softer. "We can stop." "I don't want to stop." "You sure?" Was I? Lexter Gray wasn't just rich. He was stupid rich. The kind of rich where his family owned half the city. Every single girl at Passion wanted this man. And he was here. With me. Touching me like I was special.