Novel & Cerita Emma Frost X Male Reader

JACKSON’S POV The words started rolling out before I got the chance to overthink and cower away. “Or bi, or queer, I’m still figuring out exactly what label fits. But I know I don’t like girls the way I’m supposed to. And I’m in love with someone else. I knew I should've stopped talking at this point, but since I’d already started….I couldn’t stop now. “His name is Frost—well, Caelan, actually—and he’s amazing and complicated and not at all what you planned for me. But I don’t care. I love him.”

As soon as it was past 2 pm I headed to the bathroom, cleaned myself up, and came out. I brought out the phone he got for me and took some selfies of my pussy dripping with sweet fluid and my nipples standing out. I emailed it to him with the caption " Your wife awaits you". I waited for his reaction patiently. Not that I knew what to expect but I was stirring an emotional outburst. In another five minutes, my phone chimed and it was Jason. "Good girl, keep it dripping for zaddy". I giggled as I read his reply, ooh Jason you are in for a surprise.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult shit, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner

He kissed the girl's forehead with a smile and fell asleep, taking in her calming jasmine scent. ____ [A/N] Me : *Jumps into a pool of holy water* Hey guys, hope you liked the chapter :) I just wanted to tell you all that the upcoming chapters might contain intimate scenes between two guys. If you're not comfortable reading this, then please skip it. Do not post homophobic comments. Be kind and loving (≧▽≦)

With a huff I set the book down and I move to go answer the door. The book I was reading had been an enemies-to-lovers romance and oh-my-gosh it was spicy. I feel particularly bothered as I answer the door and it doesn’t help when I found all three of the attractive Ambrose brothers on the other side of it. I rise an eyebrow and I can’t help but look towards Blade, the man that’s quieter but has such an intensity that it draws me in more than any other. Adam is closest to me and he grumbles as he asks, “Can we come in?”

the scrawny blonde says as he sits next to Bri. Of course, he is sitting next to Bri; they all do. I just keep reading as I roll my eyes. "Do you read vampire books often?" The tall Avenger-like male says to me. "Stop hitting on me, and leave me alone. I am busy." A new man taking notice of me is both flattering and off-putting. It's not his fault, I am back on the market because Jaxson couldn't be bothered to stay faithful to me. Mr. Long-hair can go away and leave me be for all I care. I have already been fooled by one man. I don't need to be mind fucked with by another, thank you very much.

His eyes twinkled as he grinned at me, then he turned his attention to the e-reader and cleared his throat dramatically before he began to read aloud in a clear, masculine voice that carried the perfect mood and inflection for the scene. “I love you,” Celeste said simply, her damp, translucent gown fluttering against her heaving breasts. “Kill no more. I beg it.” Declan roared into the night, beating his clawed fists against his chest. Brick paused reading to look up with a frown. “How do fists have claws?” “Oh my God!” I pounded on his arm, encouraging him to keep going because I was way past that very point already. “Don’t stop there.” “Yeah, but if your hand was literally fisted, wouldn’t

An emotion I can't place flashes in his eyes upon realizing it's me he crashed into, but then he is back to his usual cold self. "Oh, it's you." He bends down to pick up my books, and my lips form a tight-lipped smile when he picks up the book named "How To Kill Like A Serial Killer" from the ground. I count the seconds it takes for Axel to read the title, and once his eyebrows shoot for the skies, I want to sink through the ground. The half-naked guy on the cover shares many physical attributes with him, and there is no mistaking the amused smirk covering his lips.

“I can read this all day, can't wait for more.” “You made me cum nonstop while reading this… it's so filthy and I love it.” “I definitely need more of this.” My book had never received this kind of reaction. Readers were losing their minds. The chapter I wrote after my last intense session with Elias had gone viral in my community. For the first time, I felt like a real erotic author. I drove to Elias’s studio that evening with my heart racing and a bottle of expensive champagne in my hand. When he opened the door, I didn’t even let him speak. I kissed him hard, pushing him backward into the studio.

He was the man I had obsessively written about since I was nineteen—the same incredibly attractive Victor Vale whose face I had cum to countless nights while fingering myself raw to fantasies of him destroying my body in every filthy way imaginable. “Conjugal bliss,” he murmured, his voice coming out as a low, velvet growl that sent a rush of wetness straight to my core. “I read every single one of your fanfics five years ago, Emilia. Every depraved, dripping detail. How you wanted me to ruin your tight little holes, choke you with my cock, breed you while you begged. And now… I finally get to make every single one of them real.” My breath hitched, my pussy clenching hard at his words. Heat