M/m Romance Novels & Stories

COLLEGE ROMANCE Written by:Authoress Ricky 🦋 Chapter Thirty- two🦋 Final💕💕💕 It been over a month now and things went back to normal. Mom spent time with us and guess what am going on a real date with Jeremy and I can't wait. Mark and Nobody I guess but he had been trying to get connected to julliard the new school nerd that doesn't even give him an attention. Jessica finally settled with Bred. Wondering who is Bred?

Finally he flexed his hips impatiently and murmured, "Everything all right?" "Everything's perfect, Daniel. You're perfect." "Then why aren't you fucking me?" "I'm not fucking you, Daniel. I'm making love to you." Only then did I start to move, with long, achingly slow strokes, while he arched his back beneath me and hissed, "Oh, yes!" He was so hot, and sweet, and so damn passionate. I luxuriated in the feeling as I withdrew almost completely, my body protesting the separation, then reclaimed my proper place within my lover, over and over. My lover. My Daniel.

He mustered all his courage to retort, “My cock is not tiny.” #steamy #forbidenromance #alphafemale #seduction #omega #primaldesire #hardcore #agegap #olderwomanxyoungerman #surrender Always read tags. So you can skip if the themes are not to your taste. *** Maya groans softly. She rubs her thighs together as she stares at the full moon from her luxurious bed.

More like my imagination had. I felt shitty after we stopped. I was Kenny's wife, not Nicholas's. Hell, I wasn't Nicolaus at all: we only shared a single kiss. But the kiss we shared was like no other. I had never experienced a kiss so full with desire. Nor has a man ever looked at me the way Nicolaus has. As if I was the only woman on earth. Although I love Kenny, he had never looked at me in such a way. Not as a girlfriend nor as his wife. Did it mean our love was lost? It was as if I was having a constant battle with myself. I loved Kenny with all my heart, but the way I felt with Nicolaus for one night. It was inexplicable.

Full Moon Heat – the bisexual threesome. The cabin door slammed shut behind them and the air instantly felt thicker. Woodsmoke from the fireplace mixed with the sharp scent of whiskey and the heavy musk already rolling off Rafe. The full moon hung low outside the big window, pouring silver light across the fur rug in the middle of the room.

Roman asked worriedly. Taking a tissue from his hands, she let out a snort. "That," she paused and let our a snort,"is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen" "What? You've never seen my brother kissing a woman?" Mikaella stopped and stared at her husband wide eyed,"How is it that I ended up marrying the less romantic brother?" "How about we get out of here and I shower you with as much romance as you want, wifey"Roman whispered in her ear and Mikaella pushed him away from her.

Jasmine said "Are you crazy? Is there anyone in this group who is interested in dating? Do you not believe that doing so might be against the rules of the mafia? Flora scoffed Yeah, you could be right, but if I had to guess, I wouldn't say that there's a couple in this room. They don't do anything but...fuck chicks. Jasmine mumbled "See?" The eyes in Flora's roll. "Even a romance that is kept a secret can be romantic." Flora moaned as Jasmine beamed a smile. "Do you like him? Explain it to me straight! The whimpering of Jasmine "Of course I do; if that's the case, should I despise him?" The laugh was on Flora. "What I'm referring to is the flip side, which is things like love..." Jasmine gri

“Okay. First of all, he’s insane. Second, he’s probably into you in that crazy enemies-to-lovers w*****d way, but like... with mafia daddy energy.” “This isn’t a romance novel,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “No, it’s not,” she agreed. “But you’re definitely the main character.” I looked up at her, deadpan. “You’re not helping.” Naomi sighed. “Sorry. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. I mean... you’re clearly spiraling. You’ve got wine on your sweater, chocolate on your lip, and you’re being hunted by your sexy half-mafia husband.” I threw a couch pillow at her. “He’s not sexy!”

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Deacon Another week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla. It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”