Hotch X Reader Novels & Stories

I smirked, flipping it open to the first page, 'Snowbound Enemies: A Hate-Fuck Holiday'. Fuck, the title alone had my cock stirring in my sweatpants. As I started reading her words in my deep rumble, her hand casually drifted to my thigh, nails tracing lazy circles. "I stumbled through the blizzard... Jax Coulter, the smug bastard..." Her story poured out, rivals turned sex-enemies, stripping in the cold, brutal hate-fucks in the snow. The dirty banter leaped off the page. "Take it, you thieving bítch, my cock's owning this pússy!" My voice grew rougher with each line, dick thickening painfully against the fabric as I pictured it, her as that fiery Kingston, me as the dominant Coulter, pound

added Amy. On a good day, this was enough to get Father Gregory off the conversation but for reason yet unknown to his human mind, he stayed back. He looked through the books at his reach, studied their synopsis in quick glances. Amy on the other hand did well avoiding their bodies from touching. Not even her bag touched his body. “You know if someone sees you avoiding me this way, they will think I am a leper but that’s ok.” Looking at both books in his hands, he offered the one on his left. “ Try this. You will love it”.

I couldn't hold back anymore—my breath hitched, and I gave in, moaning her name like a prayer I wasn't supposed to say. The booth felt smaller, hotter, our sins mixing in the stale air. There was no salvation here—only raw, unholy desire, and I was lost in it. "Get up on your feet," I commanded. She obeyed without hesitation, standing before me like she always did—ready, willing. Without a word, I grabbed her and lifted her onto the edge of the booth counter. Her legs spread naturally, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from how wet she was, dripping with need.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Father discovers that his neglected wife has found solace with her hunky son; while he is given cold shoulder, son is treated to cornucopia of delights.] [ALERT: one of the delights is eating a meal served on his mother's perfect body; some might object to this type of erotic dining, especially the location of dipping sauce; please turn to another story; thank you] *

He brought them up to his face, looked me dead in the eyes, and sucked them into his mouth, licking my juices off with a deep groan. “Fuck, she tastes sweet,” Victor growled, his eyes turning feral. Damien stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a hard, sculpted chest and abs. His voice was low and dangerous when he spoke again. “On your knees. Now.” My body moved before my brain could catch up. I slid off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of both of them, heart racing, pussy throbbing painfully. Two massive cocks were freed right in front of my face.

Chocolate turns around completely, now walking backwards as he says "Yep! Me and you! Yeah, yeah, I know I can't like kiss you or whatever but in this book, you really like sex! Which isn't a lie, you literally have the highest libi—" I'm blushing hard now, trying not to look at him "You're shouting, Coco" But he's still talking like he's not listening to me "But hell, it's so good! Anyway, I want you to read it to me because I read just the smut but I think the storyline is quite alright, just not interested in reading it" Cream speaks this time "Is it not a bit silly to read books based on you?" Chocolate rolls his eyes "Of course not, it's not like I blame them for thinking I'm the hottes

That was why I felt comfortable enough to come out to her. My fingers tightened around the book as my brain scrambled to make sense of it. No way. Noah Carter, straight-laced hockey captain, was reading gay erotica novels? A soft sound behind me made me glance over my shoulder. He was out cold, one arm now flung over his face, his shirt riding up enough to show his mouthwatering V-line that led into his pants. Heat crept up my neck and I turned back to the shelf, knowing I couldn’t put back the book or he’d know I touched it.

Stacy sat on the bed again, this time facing the bathroom door, she crossed her legs, and let the robe slip open exposing her breasts to the warm air emanating from the open fire, she knew this wouldn't change anything, she still dumped Mal in a letter that she left in her room, and no doubt he threw a fireball at her bed, but she was allowed to have some fun now and again, especially if it means having hot crazy sex with an Eagle-shifter before getting into a steamy bath and doing it all over again, Chloe stepped back into the bedroom and to the grateful surprise of Stacy she was wearing nothing but her crisp white stockings and garter, the orange light danced across her licorice toned fles

Connie smiled and filled me with hope by saying: “Th… that’s ri… right, Da… Damy, sh… she’s worth it. If y… you n… need to crawl, do wh… what y… you ha… have to do, man.” Almost two in the morning and I can’t sleep, apparently someone else is up too. When I get to the living room, Hunter is sitting on the couch reading one of the sugary romances he loves so much. Go figure my brother! The guy is like a war tank and is in love with erotic novels, flowers and chick flicks. He looks at me from up his glasses and he sinks the knife without pity.