Gay Mystery Novels Novels & Stories

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

’ she asked innocently. ‘It always makes me horny for a man.’ ‘Really?’ Clare breathed a sigh of relief. ‘And how.’ Clare knew that feeling. After Liza she had wanted Gary desperately. On the other hand she always wanted Gary desperately. ‘I suppose that’s the difference between an amateur and a real dyke. Pity there’s not such a thing as a male brothel. I could really use one right now. Men get all the breaks when it comes to sex, don’t they?’

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

She came closer to his ears and whispered in a low seductive voice “Please.Quench my thirst darling.” She stripped down her bathrobe completely. Now she was stark naked in front of him. “Let’s try something different today.” he says, pulling out handcuffs and a stick from his drawer. “What's that for?” she asked, pointing towards the stick. It didn't look like some naughty sex toy but rather something a cop would use to punish criminals who won't confess their crimes. “It’s all for fun darling .You will soon know its usage.” She got down on all four limbs in doggy style on the bed as he tied her wrist to the end of headboards of bed with handcuffs , spreading her legs apart.

My hands went around his waist as I hugged him from behind, kissing the patch of skin behind his left ear. “I see walking isn’t a priority now.” Lux chuckled. “I can’t wait to marry you again.” “Me too.” “Really?” “I am looking forward to the first night after all.” I smirked and Lux gasped as I groped his ass cheeks. “Crocell!” (Author's note: Hi. Hello, how are you? It's the first time I'm greeting any reader that may come across this work of mine and I am glad that you sticked with this book despite how novice I am. I hope you guys are enjoying. Leave a comment or a review if you can uwu)

Nova Reyes and Jax Harlan had existed in a powder keg of silence for three days. The apartment felt smaller, the air thicker. They avoided eye contact in the kitchen, slammed doors harder than necessary, and shot icy glares across the living room. But underneath the hostility, the lust simmered hotter than ever. Every time Nova sauntered past in her tiny sleep shorts and cropped tanks, Jax’s jaw would clench, his hazel eyes darkening with barely restrained hunger. Every time he returned from the gym, shirtless and glistening with sweat, Nova’s thighs would press together, her pussy aching at the memory of his brutal touch.

He was the man from the gay bar. The one I had been texting all week. The same man I had been desperately hoping would fuck me to the moon and back this very evening. Michael. It took everything in me to not crash out. He had the same dark hair which was now styled into a sexy low curly style. Those broad shoulders of his were hidden under a lavender shirt and black suit. He looked so edible at this point, oozing sexual appeal in every nook and cranny. With him was a leather folder and a marker.

he asked. "I can't! P-You're making my heart beat faster again c-so---" "So what? Does your heart beat faster when you do this?" He stepped closer to me, our bodies were almost touching, I felt like my cheeks were getting too hot. "Y-Yes." I stammered while looking away, I heard him laugh softly. Wait, why does it seem like he did that on purpose! When he teases the gay, he knows that when he does that, my heart beats faster!

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

Every step sent a fresh throb through his wrecked hole—pain and an unsettling, addictive fullness mixing together. Jax’s hand stayed firm on the back of his neck, guiding him like a disobedient pet. The quarterback’s cock, still semi-hard and glistening with their combined fluids, swung heavily between his muscular legs with each confident stride. “You thought just one load would be enough?” Jax’s voice was low, amused, dripping with dark satisfaction. “I saw the way you stared the second you walked in here, freshmeat. Eyes locked on my dick like it was the only thing in the world. Don’t pretend you weren’t begging for this.”