Francis Mosses X Reader Novels & Stories

“Second, I don’t think the other seaman would appreciate you reading spicy books.” “They might borrow them.” He trailed the tip of his tongue from one nipple to the other. “And third, you don’t have any tentacles, horns or a tail.” She could only grin at his confused look. “I’ve been reading monster smut.” “That’s really a thing?” he asked with a grin thinking that she was bullshitting him. “Yeah.” She grinned back at him. “I was reading some reverse harem for a while and let me say, Bunny is a lucky woman.”

she breathed, her voice a low growl, “Show me your desire.” Crume’s mouth descended, hot and wet, claiming her lips. His tongue, thick and insistent, plunged into her mouth, a primal invasion. She met it, her own tongue dancing with his, tasting the musky scent of his desire. His teeth scraped lightly against hers, a thrilling edge of pain. Meanwhile, Moose’s hands were everywhere, kneading her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh until she moaned. He lifted her higher, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her clit, already throbbing, pressed against his hard abdomen.

I bit my lip and crossed my legs to stop the lust I felt. "Do you like what you see, Mommy?" I heard Moss's deep voice. I looked at him again, and he was grinning. He turned and crawled onto the bed next to me. He closed my laptop and put it on the side table. I was surprised when he suddenly opened my legs and positioned himself in the middle of them. I gasped as his bulge rubbed into my twitching center.

Francis Can't she be sexier? I smell her scent on my fingers and tasted my upper mouth where I can still taste her very delicate orgasm. I increase the stroke of my hand to my shaft and then growls as I feel my come near. She's sleeping there, bare and very beautiful. She wasn't perfect but fuck, her bare pussy without that hair, though I love it with mounds of hair, fuck, she's more beautiful without it. I could see and taste every skin of her. She’s a goddess and I wonder why someone would betray her. My goddess~~

Xavier’s heart races with anticipation as he takes off after her, the thrill of the chase fueling his determination. After zigzagging through the field for several moments, Xavier propels himself into the air, colliding with Larissa’s side. The impact sends us crashing to the ground with a thud. As we land, the unmistakable scent of Larissa’s potent pheromones fills the air, betraying her arousal. Xavier asserts his dominance, mounting her and gripping her shoulder with his teeth, demanding her submission. Larissa growls in protest, her attempts to break free met with futile resistance.

Hazel's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her breath coming in soft gasps. Francisco touched her bosom over her bra, his lips brushing against her earlobe as he whispered, "It feels like a dream for me." Hazel didn't respond verbally; she only closed her eyes, surrendering for the moment. Francisco's fingers moved gently over her bud, eliciting a shiver from her. Hazel's legs squeezed together in response to his touch. Francisco embraced her, kissing her left shoulder as he deftly unbuckled the hook of her bra, revealing her pink buds.

Our moans filling the room, our sweat mixing together. "Fuccck!." I grit out as his warm liquid spills inside of me. He take out his sex and collapsed beside me. "That was terrific Francis." I gasp for breath as my fingers encircle his length. I sit up and straddle him, I slowly sit on his sex as it fills me. I throw back my head and move up and down slowly. He groans and grabs my ass shoving me down roughly. My walls tightening round him and I lean in and kiss him fiercely. We pull apart and I sit up on his length again

she rasped. Francis could already see the answer clear in her eyes, he stood up and placing the book he was reading on the kitchen counter, he took slow but calculated steps to her. He stood in front of her, letting her breath in his scent and knowing it was doing something to her brain. He let her have a good look of his perfect body and even though his fingers itched to caress her face, he forced them by his side, “what is that, ma’am?” he challenged, perhaps if she should just tell him, he would let her off the hook and give her what she wants.

Maybe. Josh pushes himself up from the floor. I bite my lip, aware of him walking towards the bookshelves but still too stuck in my head to do anything. "Yes!" I spin around, seeing Josh grab a book off the shelf. "Oh! And this one for sure! Mmmm maybe this one, Xavier seems like he could be the kinky type." Kinky? He comes back over to me, handing me three books. "I think these will give you a better reference." I raise a brow, hesitantly taking them from him. "These two," he taps on two of them, "are realistic and sweet. Reminds me of you two. This one," he taps the third, a devious smile growing on his face, "is what I bet Xavier is like in bed."

I can only seem to breathe heavily and moan like I was in some kind of heat. I was though. I was very hot at the moment. It was like someone had set me on fire. And that someone was the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack. Xavier soon grows impatient, the flicks of his tongue getting desperate as he sought for something. I hear the sound of papers being swiped aside, books thrown and I swore I heard something break. But Xavier doesn't pull away, neither of us do. My hands reach in his hair, tugging at his soft strands as I am too desperate for something he alone can give me.