Kyle Broflovski X Reader Lemon Novels & Stories

KIMBERLY His kisses are just as I remember because I crave them ever night, whenever I would be in bed with just me and my thoughts,I'd touch myself to the memories of his intense touch and sweet torture. There's nothing sweet or lovely about Brandon's kisses. He's like an animal, bitting,sucking, licking, demanding and very brutal. That's the thing about Brandon,you can never find a replacement,he takes and doesn't give you back that piece of yourself, you seek for his intense touch,his ruthless thrusts.

The vibrations sent sparks up Dominic’s spine. “Fuck, look at you,” Dominic groaned, thumb wiping spit from Kyle’s swollen lips. “On your knees for me like you were always meant to be.” He pulled out abruptly, ignoring Kyle’s whine, and pushed him back onto the bed. Dominic grabbed the lube, slicking his fingers generously. He pushed Kyle’s legs up and apart, exposing him completely, then worked two fingers inside the tight ring of muscle. Kyle gasped, back arching as Dominic scissored and curled, searching for that spot. When he found it, Kyle’s moan was loud and filthy. “There—Dom, right fucking there. More.”

For about thirty seconds, I sat there and kissed Knox Mercer in the quiet afternoon of the home study. And while I was at it, I felt the whole careful structure I had built around myself beginning to tilt askew. He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding deeper into my mouth and tasted every nook and cranny. A moan slipped past my mouth, and I held onto him with passion. Until my brain caught up. I jerked back from him so fast that my elbow even knocked the textbook lying open off the edge of the desk. “Oh my goodness!” I breathed. My hands were shaking.

Yes. Am I bothered? Yes. But as to what I was bothered with? It's definitely not because I am seeing two guys kissing. It's more because of the fact that it's Layland and Zach kissing. It's more because of the fact that it was arrogant Zach kissing Layland. And if I were asked, why am I bothered by that? I don't know. I don't have a fucking answer to that. All I know is I don't like Zach kissing Layland as if he was staking his claim on Layland. Because for some fucked-up reason, that doesn't fucking sit right with me.

Finn chuckles darkly, pushing his finger in slower, inch by inch, the stretch burning sweetly, making me moan loud as Nolan thrusts back in, matching the pace, the burn of their actions syncing, building that edge again. They torture me for what feels like hours—slaps, bites, pinches, denials—each one drawing out my whimpers, my body a live wire of sensation. Finally, they untie the belt, my wrists aching as blood rushes back. "Now finger yourself," Finn orders, stepping back, eyes cold and expectant. "Show us how bad you need it if you want our dick to ram into your pussy” please leave your review and vote for the book and support it, this author would appreciate the gesture so much

Raphael only moaned louder, clawing down Xavier’s back with his nails, blood mixing with sweat, with want, with vengeance. When Xavier finally freed his pulsing c*ck and pressed it to Raphael’s entrance, he paused for a second. "Tell me," he ordered, his voice was rough, barely holding back. "Say it. Give me your fucking consent." Raphael’s eyes locked with his. Hands slipped on Xavier’s neck, wild and shining. "Do it. Ruin me, dear brother." The first thrust was brutal, without prepping. "AGH-HHH…" Raphael screamed. As blod coated Xavier’s cck, the realization hit Xavier.

she moaned as the alcohol wetted her. Brock immediately got on his knees before her and started lapping and kissing the champagne off her chest. Lexi kept her breasts together. His tongue licked her dark buds like a thirsty man. He covered her hands with his and buried his face between her wet melons. He groaned against them. He pulled his head up and grabbed the second champagne bottle. He sat down beside her as he shook the bottle. “Straddle my lap,” he groaned. Lexi realized that Brock was pretty bossy when it came to fucking. However, she didn’t mind it, she kind of liked it. She swung her body over his lap. He held his rod for her to slide on.

It's like he's a Dom and everyone else is a Sub. I'm beginning to rethink a lot of things. What if I don't really like him? what if I just like what he does to me? the whole feeling and everything? what if this whole gay thing is just a phase? Veronica obeyed every single thing he asked her to do,she was literally begging him to touch her. Veronica? Veronica Starfox? This whole thing could just be Sex, it could be. I had to go out that night, I didn't want to speak to him at that moment.