Novelas y relatos de Johnny Lawrence X Reader

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

“If Hunter had sent me, he wouldn’t have left me… lying in the snow for your trackers to tear apart.” Lawrence took another step forward, completely trapping me against the wall. He leaned in, planting one of his enormous gloved hands against the stone beside my head, forcing me to tilt my neck back to keep meeting his gaze. He was so close I could smell the clean scent of his skin and trace the path of a small scar running across his upper lip. The sexual tension in the air became so thick and suffocating that the space seemed to run out of oxygen. My nonexistent wolf seemed to claw at the walls of my soul, desperate for contact with the beast standing before me.

Steph told me Jasmine walked in with Lawrence behind him, he looked so handsome tonight as his wine color tuxedo looked good on him and his black shirt and shoes matches his outfit, still in his wavy hair style, his fragrance fill the room, he smiled walking towards us "Hi Ladies" he greeted everyone in the room "Hi, I'm Cindy, Cindy heartland" Using a soprano voice as she stretches out her hand for an handshake "Lawrence Morrison" as he took her hands into his with a smile "Hmmm, I'm Steph and have heard a lot about you" she told him "And what did she tell you about me?" Lawrence inquired "You stay in New Jersey and you're a great guy" Steph replied him My eyes widened as Steph tell those l

A mixture of unknown emotions, hard to put in words, were painted gruesomely in his eyes. Is that a bad thing or a good thing? “You have a fiancé?” Alas, Lanceil asked Agatha. Protocol – DENY IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. “NO!” Agatha said abruptly, her sharp eyes turning to Mr. Lawrence, who was grinning as if he was enjoying the sight before him. “Excuse Mr. whomever you are and whatever you do. But…” “I am Lawrence and I am the owner of Haysome Mall,” the silly Lawrence re-introduced himself as he opened his arms widely.

She didn't want to admit it but she couldn't hide it. Taylor Lawson wanted to be owned and controlled. She craved and wanted it. And I was a man of my word. I would give her everything she wanted. Ripping the damp denim down her thighs, I tore aside her panties. Sinking two fingers into her. As suspected she was wet.. soaking so I slipped into her easily. “Stop.” struggling against me, she curled her hands around my wrist. “Please Judge, not like this-”She let out a garbled moan that I caught with my lips and silenced.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

Unless. Me Ramon? hopelessronantic Correction. Mr. Lawrence. You must be kidding me! Ramon is this reader? The reader who has been motivating me? The reader who has been saying all these sweet things on every, single chapter? The reader who has been coming to my defense when I get attacked? Fighting all my online battles every chance he gets! Unbelievable! Before I can digest the shocking discovery, my phone blows up that moment. My mother is calling me. I receive the call without any hesitation.

Lawrence smirked as his eyes lingered on the woman. Hannah couldn’t look into his eyes. She swallowed the lump in her throat which will soon be filled with his dick once she accepts it. No, she just doesn't want to be a sucker–but his lover as well. Unfortunately, that seems out of reach for now, and doing things for him is the closest distance that she could reach him. “What’s with the long face? You don’t want this dick anymore?” Lawrence asked as he rubbed his bulge through the fabric. The smile on Hannah’s face was then returned like the usual she shows to him.

I'll look at him with disgust and roll my eyes and then he say sorry babe. I couldn't help myself I will get you off next time not wanting to hear anymore excuses I just pulled the sheets over and then close my eyes and drift all to dreamland to think about Allen. Allen was a tall built broad shoulders light skinny kinda guy who for what I can tell has a six pack for a stomach ummm just think about him wanted him to do some imaginable things too me the lust within burns fiery. I still can't believe I let my mind and body get this far think about Allen. I hate that I'm feeling this way when I'm in a relationship with Lawrence but I'm not happy.

Lawrence gently nods her head. She responds, "It is understandable, sir," and he closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Well, I have come to the firm conclusion that I do not wish to be evil." As he speaks, Mrs. Lawrence bats her eyelids. "As I previously mentioned, Alex and I spoke about a significant matter, and he continued to sort of beg me to take action. "He wants me to set Jenna free," he says, drawing Mrs. Lawrence's expectant gaze. Mr. Johnson looks at her facial expressions, closes his eyes, and inhales deeply.