Lemon Fics Novels & Stories

“Not a chance.” Their banter only made me want it more. I sped up, alternating pressure, my thumbs teasing over the sensitive heads in turn. “Fuck, she’s playing us,” Jace groaned. “She’s trying to,” Liam said, though his voice was tighter now. I leaned forward between them, licking the bead of precum from Liam’s tip before stroking him again. “Still think I can’t?” His breath caught, eyes darkening. “Careful, princess.” Jace growled low. “Don’t ignore me.”

"You're still too young, Lemon. You shouldn't be thinking about those things." Lemon smiled at me and hugged me. "I missed you," she muttered. Hah, trying to change the subject, huh? I hugged her back. "I missed you too," I replied. ... Lemon and I spent the night watching her favorite drama. I didn't know she was really a fan of romance and fantasy. That's why she knows lots of stuff about love. "That actor is handsome, isn't he?" She pointed at a man on the screen. At first, I didn't see him clearly, but I was surprised when his face was utterly shown on screen.

He was unable to take the risk of anyone finding his real feelings for her. “Yes like Ryan does” Liam's eyes turn darker. He started getting jealous of a fictional character. She was so fascinated by him. “I will do better than him,” He said before kissing her lips passionately, taking his time. He slowly removes the shirt from her body and lay her on the bed. “Ohhhh …” I haven't used the tampon yet,” Amber said, sitting on the bed. “Now you don't need,” He said, kissing her cheek, removing his shirt from his hard body.

His other hand stayed locked at her waist, keeping her pinned exactly where he wanted her. Larissa’s lips parted on a shaky exhale. The room still spun in lazy, drunken circles, but his voice was low and rough, nothing like Finn’s. She didn’t want to know if it wasn’t Finn, she just wanted the fantasy to hold just a little longer. “Please…”

Instead, I looked straight at him, still panting, and slowly rolled my hips once more, letting him see our wet cunts glide together. “Don’t go, Leo,” I whispered, voice husky with lust. “Stay.” Kimberly smiled wickedly, still grinding her soaked pussy lazily against mine. “She’s right. You don’t have to leave… In fact, we’d really love it if you joined us.” Leo stood frozen, mouth slightly open, eyes wide with disbelief. “You… you’re serious? Both of you?” I bit my lip and spread my legs a little wider, giving him a perfect view of our glistening, cum-slick pussies pressed together.

It was beautiful to watch. And Amber and Leo got to taste nearly every dish on the menu, seriously it was like the best night of her fucking life! Especially when she and Leo shared a generous helping of the Lemon Honey Semifreddo, it melted in her fucking mouth. This was as close to Heaven as a girl like her would probably ever get. The last bite turned into quite a battle, at least until Leo conceded and so gentlemanly placed the fork against her lips for her.

“Is that…is that a hickey?” “No?” I say sounding unsure. “I burned myself while doing my hair” I say trying my best to play it cool. “Laurel not everyone can be like you and Leo” that was unfair of me to say but thankfully Laurel took it as me being jealous for not getting enough sex. She blushed laughing and I can tell that the thought of she and Leo makes her so happy. Once again the award of best evil friend goes to me.

No matter how many times I forgot, my heart would always find him faster than my memory ever could. I would always fall in love with him again. Year after year, as the lemon flowers bloomed and fell, we would be here together. Spring faded into winter and back again. One morning, I woke up to Nico holding a freshly picked lemon to my nose. "Smell this, Elena. They ripened early this year. Isn't the scent wonderful?" I leaned in, the sharp, bright fragrance filling my senses. I smiled at him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, just as he did every morning and every evening.

Lex smirked as his gaze met mine, his fingers twitching with anticipation. "Don't you dare," Luna Emily warned. But before I could intervene, he shifted and joined the pursuit. ****

“Your story?” “I write them. Werewolf romances. This world. The packs. You.” I gestured at him. “I wrote you.” He stared. Then, slowly, a low, rough sound escaped him. Laughter. Quiet. Disbelieving. “You wrote me.” “Yeah. Prince Genesis. Alpha heir. Brooding. Scarred. Growly.” He raised one brow. “Growly?” “Very.” The corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile. “And what happens to me in your story?”