Female X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I break off, flushing with heat. His eyes darken. "Sex scene?" My throat tightens, making it impossible to swallow. "I was going to say it." He leans back, resting his hands behind his head. "I suppose your right, but don't you ever read it and want them to just get to it already, that it's obvious they want each other." "Didn't know you read romance." My accusatory tone makes him smile. The thought of Hale laying in his bed with this particular book open, reading through the graphic scene makes my toes curl.

He stretched out on his bed naked to let the air dry his body fully and opened the first novel. By the fifth chapter, the characters captivated him, and the steamy scene played vividly in his mind. He understood the emotions tied to the male werewolf’s actions towards his woman. Fuck, if he questioned whether A.K. Crusader was Juliette, he didn’t after he recognized their sex life on the pages of this book. Michael quickly began pleasuring himself while reading the book. He didn’t finish the scene before he put the tablet down and concentrated on finding his completion. He finally sat on the bed and released a much-needed explosion on the hardwood.

Author POV; Hi, Dear Lovely Readers. The female lead would get even stronger in the future, there would be a slight fluctuation but then she would be the one who would call the shots while the male lead would grovel on his feet for forgiveness as well as the supporting female lead. Give them about 100 or so chapters chance, please.

It takes him a moment to read the room. All four of the guys are standing with one of my books in their hands. I know what each one is by glancing briefly at the covers. All of them are erotica, werewolf, and absolutely filthy. I have had to read most of them one handed and almost always fantasised about Phoenix and I as the main characters. “What the hell is going on? Why is Rose embarrassed?” Phoenix glares at his brothers as he steps in front of me. How did he know I’m embarrassed? He’s right, I’m absolutely mortified.

"Since you’re starting to grow some guts and forgetting that you are just a fucking dog. Let’s see how you handle this, you ugly thing!" ** Hi readers, This story contains raw, unfiltered content, including graphic violence, BDSM and explicit sexual themes. It is strictly for readers aged 18 and over. Not for the faint heart. The male lead’s obsession and possessiveness are dark, intense, and deeply unhealthy. Please read with caution and discretion.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

The feeling of Alexander’s thick, hard length sliding into Josefina’s tightness has my cock standing at attention and aching for them already. I had no idea it was this intense for a woman to be penetrated. To be teased. To be fucked. Yes, I’ve had sex with both men and women during my time on Earth. It's hard to stick with one gender when you’ve existed for eons. I thought I’d experienced every form of pleasure there is—penetrating, being penetrated, domination, submission. That’s why I was glad to have two male mates and one female. I like to take as much as I give, and with men, you can do both.

“Things about a person that you cannot even imagine. Pheromones, Aislen, do not lie. “Is it assault,” he pushed away from the wall and stalked towards her. “If the body says yes but the mouth says no?” “Yes,” she told him in exasperation. “The mouth says no for a lot of reasons, Rhett, as you bloody well know. Your people aren’t that different from humans. The standards for your alpha males,” she sneered the words. “And the standards for your women are not equal either. A man’s sexuality is encouraged and rewarded whilst a female’s is something she should only share with her husband.”

She sucked Marcus faster, hollowing her cheeks and taking him as deep as she could without gagging. The three of them moved together in a slow, building rhythm. Victor’s steady thrusts, Marcus’s fingers on her clit and nipples, and Lena’s eager mouth. Her body stayed bent over the edge, taking pleasure from both men. Sweat mixed with pool water on her tanned skin. Her short hair clung to her neck. Every breath carried the faint smell of chlorine, skin, and sex. Victor leaned over her back and whispered near her ear. “You like being watched? Like having two of us?” He punctuated the words with a deeper thrust.

It was ashes. Leo’s fingers were tangled in her dark hair, his lips against her temple. His cock, thick and heavy with a pronounced curve that nudged insistently against her spine, was a constant pressure. He was the soft one, the observer, but his want was a quiet, relentless tide. Marcus’s hands were on her thighs, holding her open. His cock was different—straighter, longer, the head a dark, flushed crown above a shaft veined with tension. He was the fire, the one who pushed. He watched her face, his gaze hungry.