Good In Bed Book Novels & Stories

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

I thought long and hard about who could have sent that video and the message but I could not think of anybody. I decided to just let it go, maybe someone mistakenly sent it to me instead of someone else. I took out one of the novels I was reading but stopped halfway and continued reading it. I took my phone and played a music. Before I knew, I started to feel sleepy. I kept the book and my phone and laid properly on the bed. "It tickles, Ronan." "Hmmm...yeah. I want more." I moaned as Mr. Ronan sucked my boobs and his fingers teasing my clitoris.

Luke joined us, kneeling and wrapping us both in his arms. “No monsters here, buddy,” Luke said, kissing his curls. “Only superheroes.” “I don’t want to sleep alone,” Eli mumbled. I exchanged a soft look with Luke, who only smiled and nodded. Then you won’t,” I said gently. We headed back to the bathroom, where I filled the tub a little more and slipped in with Eli resting against my chest, his breathing slowing as the warmth soothed him. Afterward, we all curled up in bed, Luke reading Eli’s favorite bedtime story; The Boy and the Silver Lion, a book Zephan had gifted him. Luke read out loud with that deep, calming voice our son loved so much. Eli nestled between us, eyelids drooping.

The walls were painted a soft, calming shade, decorated with framed drawings—crayon scribbles and finger paintings that had clearly been deemed worthy of display. The bed sat against one wall, low and sturdy, dressed in a Spider-Man bedspread. A matching pillow lay slightly askew, as if it had been tossed aside during an enthusiastic morning escape. “I sleep here,” Alex said proudly, patting the bed. “I ask mommy for Spider-Man bed spread. She said okay.” “I see,” I said, my throat tightening for reasons I didn’t immediately examine. “Looks comfortable.” He nodded solemnly. “Is very comfy.” He moved on quickly, tugging me toward a small bookshelf against the wall. It was filled with children

“Mya pops her head down. That’s because the king sleeps beside her every night. You can sleep up here, Faith. There’s lots of room. I got books you can read.” “Hey you never told me you had books up there!” “You always fall asleep quick, didn’t think you needed a book.” “Oh, I guess you have a point.” Faith climbs to the top bunk, and I lie there staring at the board on the top bunk. “You’re not snoring yet? Do you want a book on witches?” “I don’t snore!” “Yes, you do.” Faith laughs. “Faith pops her head down and hands me the witch book, and I start reading.”

But because of his exhaustion and curiosity of reading the book, he went to sleep only after he finished reading half of it as he put it again on his bedside table's drawer That night was the night that he barely have time to sleep considering sleeping at past midnight just by reading a book. There, inside his room he was peacefully sleeping with his messy silver hair all over his gorgeous pale face pointed nose, red thin lips, and perfect body. He sleeps in an unusual position but that doesn't matter to him, what matters is that he got to sleep comfortably. Even if it means holding his other foam and hugging them on one side like a baby-making him adorable to look at

If anyone walks in, I could pretend to be making the bed, I think to myself. Quietly I pad across the floor and lift the mattress of the bed. The book falls with a soft thud to the frame of the bed. Reaching under the bed I grasp the book in my hand and the symbols glow brightly as they change shapes into letters that I can read. 'Prophecies of the Fae.'

Chapter 24. Authors pov. The early morning sun penetrated through the window and rested on her cheeks, jolting her out of her deep slumber. She tossed on the bed trying to find Axel in the big bed, only to see it empty. The room was cold and she couldn't hear the sound of running water. She sat up, rubbing her face trying to make herself wake up a bit, her pussy feeling sore from what they had yesterday. The thought about what they had the previous night came playing in her head and her face stretched into a smile as she thought of his thrust and words that drove her to the verge of extreme craziness.

“No, it’s just embarrassing to stay here, and I didn’t expect you to let me sleep in a room like this. Shouldn’t I be in the maid’s quarters?” Nicole said, biting her lip, which made Alexander gently tap her on the forehead. Since it didn’t hurt, she didn’t complain. “First, you’re my guest. Second, you’re not my maid, so you’re not staying in the maid’s quarters. And third, if you really don’t want to stay here, believe me, I’ll be more than happy to take you to my room and—” “Oh no, I want to stay here! This room’s beautiful, it feels like a princess’s room. The bed’s huge too!”

What else could it be? The sleep didn’t come. I kicked the covers off and walked around the room. There wasn’t much in it. A small lamp, a bathroom, a shelf with a few books. I pulled one out and coughed slightly from the dust that came with it. “ ‘The Red One’ by Gracie Evans.” I hadn’t read this book before. It seemed interesting. Just as I was about to turn the first page, there was a heavy thud at my door. My heart sank into my chest, and I dropped the book. The thug came again, lighter this time, followed by the sound of muffled voices.