Ellie X Male Reader Novels & Stories

She grabbed the sheets, her knuckles turning white. But he did not let her come yet. He pulled his fingers out and stood up. In one quick move, he stripped off his own clothes. His cock sprang free, hard and thick, the head already shiny with pre-cum. It was bigger than Mira had imagined in her fantasies. Veins ran along the shaft, and it curved slightly upward. Jake stroked himself once, looking down at her. “You want this?” “Yes,” she said, her voice shaky. “Please, Jake.”

What the Fuck. “Good thing you came early today, I was tired of seeing exceptions being made for a temporal staff.” This was what Ellie said to me this morning. Firstly, it made sense why Lane had to be involved in the names of men attracted to me in the company; it made sense in a weird way. Secondly, I wasn’t a staff member like the hell and lastly, Ellie had gotten on my last nerve. I wasn’t going to tolerate any form of disrespect from her anymore. It was like she was after me for taking her man or something. A trait that I could never possess. If he cheats, he’s yours. If he texts you, he’s yours. I’m not fighting for no man.

Nothing should get past the security or I was going to deal with them personally. Even now as I ponder on the event my blood is boiling. I need something stronger than this drink. “Hey there Mr Gregory”. Ellie's sultry voice comes as she glides her hand on my shoulder blade from behind. Her mere presence irritates me now. She knows I'm married but she won't stop making those sexual suggestions at me.

"Curse and moan for me, let everyone hear what a shameless little anal slut you are for Daddy." Eli throws his head back, crying out Wantonly as he pistons his fingers harder, faster, plunging knuckles-deep into his clenching passage. Obscene squelches and schlicks fill the room, punctuated by Elijah’s escalating moans and whorish babble. "Ah ahhh fuuuuck Daddy yessss!" Eli wails shamelessly, completely lost in pleasure. He curls his fingers just right, prostate, and sees stars. "Gonna... ungh... gonna make myself cum on your command!"

Sometimes, one could secretly nurture the desire to control one's partner, to manipulate, to gain control, to possess and at the same time protect her or …him *loud clearing of throat and brief pause. Fuck, his voice was a low growl, confident and slow but tinged heavily with mockery. He was aware of what it was going to do to me, I threw my head back on the couch and my eyes scanned the ceiling. Elias' voice wrapped around me like a hand. My mind drifted to what the owner of the voice could actually do to me when Elias breathed heavily into the speaker and resumed his reading.

"I don't seem to understand men. You were dating her without any plans of marriage?" "Ellie was... Ellie still is as rude and manipulative as she was in highschool. Beautiful no doubt but that's not what I wanted for my life. At the time when I was blinded with lust, she saved me by turning down my proposal. I felt slighted but now I know better and thank her for it." Something was not adding up here. If Ellie had a man that was devoted to her at the time who was also an Alpha, why did she stick to Xander? From what I had seen, both men had it all. The wealth, the power, everything that she could want.

“I’m sure you’ve realized just how hard it is to satisfy Aeros. You’re now aware of how much of a sexual predator he is and just how much he enjoys toying with his prey before finally claiming her. Do you think I’d know all this if he hadn’t done the same to me? Everything you think is special between the two of you is just his regular pattern with women.” She moved closer to me, and I hated how weak I was, unable to move. She leaned in and whispered, “He fucked me just as hard as he fucked you, and he made me beg for him just as much as you ached for him. So before you think Aeros belongs to you, Elarian, you should think of all the women he’s fucked on this same bed you call a matrimonial

It was a parasite that fed on proximity to violence whether you'd caused it or not. I knew that better than most. "Fiore mentioned something once," Ellie said, her voice careful. "About you not liking women. Or not liking to touch them." My spine went rigid. Every muscle in my back pulled taut, tension radiating down through my shoulders and into my clenched fists. "Did she." "Yeah." Ellie's fingers played with the hem of her sweater, nervous energy needing an outlet. "Said you'd never brought anyone around. Never showed interest."

Tyler lay curled up on the bath mat like the fluffy little lifeguard he thought he was, supervising the situation. “So,” Ellie said, drawing out the word as she adjusted her bun and reached for a chocolate truffle from the side table, “are you doing this for the clout or for a certain sexy, stage-hogging, guitar-thrusting someone?” I laughed into my wineglass. “It’s not clout if it’s accidental. And he’s more of a mic-hogger, thank you very much.” Ellie smirked, her mask pulling at the corners of her mouth. “So that’s a yes to the sexy someone?”

Ellie begged, pushing back against him. “Aurora, you’re so tight around the dildo, I can feel you squeezing every time he thrusts into me,” Ellie gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, leaving marks. I was close, so close, the pressure building like I was about to explode, my fingers rubbing my clit faster. Mr. Matthew reached around, his fingers finding Ellie’s clit, rubbing circles while he pounded her from behind. “Cum for me, both of you, soak everything,” he ordered, his voice strained.