Jjk X Reader Novels & Stories

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

The sensation was almost too much to bear, sending waves of pleasure rippling through my body as I struggled to maintain my composure. Jake’s lips curled into a knowing smirk as he watched me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction at the sight of my arousal. He knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to tease and tantalize me until I was aching with longing for his touch. I whimpered softly, unable to contain the desperate hunger that burned within me. “She likes it slow, Page. She likes it when you rub her clit slowly while one finger teases her hole.” Jake said, sending a shiver of anticipation streaming through me, my body responding instinctively. My breath caught in my throat, my heart p

JK says that although it is known to him, none but Rosalia will be burned inside by this statement. She takes them to their room for a sound rest. With slow steps, JK makes his way to the kitchen, where his heartbeat is fighting with vegetables. "What happened?" She turns her gaze toward him. "Nothing." "Jealous?" "When you are not, how can I?" "Get used to it!” "What?! What do you mean by getting used to it?" Jacob leaves without answering, swamping her in an ocean of confusion. Rosalia finishes her cooking and serves food to everyone. With a swirling question in her mind, the whole day goes like this, but she doesn't even find JK to ask about it. It feels like he is running away from her.

He appeared to be a pretty closed-off person who didn't seem to enjoy interacting. I mentally shook my head at my new fascination with this random boy; I, Jessica Gaucho, don't obsess over men or even consider them unless I'm looking for a fuck, which is rare. "I'm just going to the bathroom," I say, and Dad nods and returns his attention to Mr Alberto. I swiftly rise from my seat, keeping my head up as I turn around and walk towards the restroom. I arrive swiftly, lock the door behind me, and handle my essential business.

After the nightmare that was meeting Daniel's family, we went back to my place to watch Netflix and chill. And by that I mean we talked, put the baby down for the night, and had sex. Lots of sex. The kind of toe curling, mind-blowing sex romance novels are made of. And Daniel apologized. A lot.