Kakashi X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

I crouch in front of her and continue to squeeze her nipples as I say, "That is what I like to see." "Kaden, I want to taste you." Please.” Akira pleads. “Are you going to take off your shirt?” After a few moments, she nods. She pulls her shirt over her head and her tits bounce out of it as I release her and run them gently. I unbutton my pants, pull out my cock, and smacked it right across her cheek. “Open your mouth,” I demand. She sits back on her knees as her skirt rode up her legs. I slap my cock against her cheek again, making her flinch.

Her name, a ragged plea, ripped from his lips as his own release exploded within her, a primal roar of pure, unadulterated pleasure. They collapsed together, tangled limbs and racing hearts, the scent of their shared passion heavy in the air. Akira lay atop him, her cheek pressed to his rapidly beating chest, feeling the tremors that still ran through his powerful frame. He held her fiercely, his Lycan strength now a gentle embrace, his lips finding her hair, pressing soft, lingering kisses.

My legs betrayed me slightly, almost leaning into him without meaning to. Zayne’s lips curved into that teasing smirk that always made me melt. “You’re not thinking about anyone else, are you?” His eyes glimmered, half playful, half hungry. I couldn’t answer, and I didn’t want to. My own thoughts were messy, and the strange heat swirling through me made it impossible to focus. Instead, I stepped closer, letting my fingers brush against his chest. His hand found my neck, massaging its side softly. A soft moan escaped my lips, betraying me.

Kane would read passages aloud in that velvet voice, choosing scenes of seduction and ruin while watching her reactions. During one session, he had her read a particularly erotic excerpt from another novel while he stood behind her chair, hands massaging her shoulders, thumbs brushing the sides of her breasts “accidentally.” “You read so beautifully,” he murmured, lips grazing her ear. “I wonder how those lips would look wrapped around my cock.” Lila had nearly dropped the book, arousal flooding her. She had gone home that night and touched herself thinking of him, ashamed yet unable to stop. Another evening, a jealous female student from the lecture hall lingered outside his office, clearly

She picked up the apple and started eating it slowly while continuing to read. Zack watched her quietly. He knew it was wrong to stare, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about her calm focus that drew him in. He stayed there with her, reading his own book, but his eyes kept drifting back to her. ……. It was late in the night. Kai had just finished showering. Water droplets still clung to his bare chest as he walked out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His mind was restless, filled with thoughts he didn’t want to admit.

After that, he left me to leave, before I could say anything. "Irritating." I said barely audible. Kazuo smiled here and there, more specifically at the women. He still spreads charm. "Hey Mizu-chan!" Kazuo came back here again. "Here's a card reader for you." Kazuo said, again. Then he threw the card reader he was holding at me, but it was mine. The card reader almost fell to the floor, because luckily I caught it. "How can you take this from me?" I asked him accusingly.

No…connection. Christ. He must be a fucking wussy-loser if he’d rather be rolling in the sheets playing kissy-face with some nameless woman than participating in a threesome with an uninhibited stripper. The action increased. Kane pumped his hips, Jasmine started to come, Kane shouted and came. Kade wondered if they’d notice that he hadn’t come. In fact, his dick was semi-soft. Jasmine laughed, lifted off Kade’s pole and rolled onto Kane, keeping his cock inside her, biting his neck like a pesky little dog.

One in particular caught my eye. Dante Kade. Captain. Number 17. Ice-blue eyes. A name that came with a hundred headlines and at least five fangirl forums I pretended not to browse. He looked lethal. The kind of lethal that made smart girls run and stupid girls fall. I wasn’t here to do either. I tore my eyes away from the poster and squared my shoulders. The heel of my boot clicked against the tile with more attitude than I felt. I could fake it. I’d faked worse.

Akira’s POV As I stood there, still stunned by the sight of Hunter and Kestrel locked in that kiss, it crashed me, leaving my chest tight with sadness. Kestrel hadn’t even completely left the room when Hunter turned on me, his eyes hard and unyielding, refusing to meet mine. His voice was cold and distant, like he’d erected an invisible wall between us. “What do you want, Akira?” he snapped, the impatience in his tone cutting through me like a knife.

Kayla The kiss was nothing I had ever tasted, his lips was so soft, the way his tongue danced in perfect rhythm with mine… Kayla. Get a rein on your thoughts. Pushing him off my body with the last bit of strength in me, I flashed him what could pass for a murderous look. That was if he could see me. “What the hell do you think you are doing?” The room lit up the same moment he smacked his lips, and leaned in closer. I looked at him closely.